Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Monday, 21 September 2015

Poetry - The Blue Powdered Box: A Collection of Personal Poems: Volume 1 Paperback by Walker A White

The Blue Powdered Box is a personal collection of poems by Walker A White who explores themes exploring childhood innocence, self refection, war, desolation, isolation, love, the effects of sadness and loss and how widespread our connection is with the world, along with many others. His poetic work has been compared to that of Sylvia Plath, but in his own words
"to Keats, to Auden, to Byron, to Bukowski; i have been deeply moved."

This volume of personal poems has deeply moved me, "caught in the eye, twitching to release"

This poetic collection can be purchased on Amazon, amazon.co.uk at the following address listed below

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Blue-Powdered-Box-Collection-Personal/dp/1507501994/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1442894939&sr=1-1&keywords=the+blue+powdered+box



Walker A White is an Author, Poet, Writer and 'Man -of-Letters". He refers to himself as a "screamer, dreamer and imaginator of worlds till his lungs and mind fades out into the passages of time." 

In essence he loves to create imagery through the visual beauty of words with rich and descriptive language inspiring others to do the same. Walker A White is deeply inspired by wisdom and he has to date written his first collection of personal poetry 'The Blue Powdered Box', he has also written a Novel 'Neglect; in Search of Love' and a Children's book series 'Rosemary's Rainy Day' which was completed in its entirety in conjunction with his wife a Fine Artist who created all the watercolour illustrations.

This is a collection of poetry well worth exploring. 


Thursday, 27 October 2011

Hallowed Eve II “The Tombstone Man”















Sunday, 16 October 2011

Defence; An automated response.





Soft peaked black fedora hat, leans in shadow, a P. that shades the I., 
sheep slaughtered meat, coming back to haunt you,
the peerage, the medal, the need for notoriety and consequential prosperity. 
In dim corner light, that investigative glint it peers through masks of lies
 ... standing for accountability, political responsibility,
standards to bear on sole and high, it’s just manoeuvrability 
the shades of truth aren’t always black or white!
The banks have got our Backs, Oops forgot
our backs are backing the Bankers.  Jeez! ...guys 
Who’s paying?  Or been paid to query – Is it not payback time?
Where’s the loyalty, the trust – for years its economical austerity.
Backhanders, back-benchers, back-ground growling dogs,
fat Cats smoking Havana cigars, another tinkle-clink of a champagne glass,
at least we are in profit with net yielding growth potential, 
are we not protecting our credentials?

Knights of a round or is it oval cabinet table?
As Camelot again is called upon ...rally and round up the hounds,
all in defence of a sly crafty Mister Fox, with Witty guru interventions for Porn Stars!