A collection of poems by Eddie the Pom
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  Cricket Ball
Memories

    
              HOW I STARTED TO WRITE POEMS.

I showed no literary skills whilst at school (A blackboard jungle) in the East End of London during the 40s, in fact my education standard could only be called average and I left school on my 15th birthday to provide an extra income to the family and began a career in transport  that finished 52 years later, I drove petrol tankers for 31 years and other large trucks for  another 18 years
I lived 31 and a half years in England and 31 and a half years in Australia so I could be called "Half and Half" and am also a 10 pound Pom.
My poetry phase started I day whilst I was driving a petrol tanker around Sydney and was continually being held up by traffic and on the radio someone was talking about re-incarnation so I thought what would I like to be if I came back, now at that time we were breeding German Shepherds and I thought "Thats It" I would like to come back as a top stud dog.
So every time I was held up in the traffic I put together little 4 line verse in my mind and then as soon as a chance came to jot it down I did and that was my first poem (and I do think one of my best).
I wrote another dozen and then the inclination and the talent disappeared and it was not until this year 2005 that it came back to me as I was watching my grandson play cricket and I thought what happens to  cricketers when they get old and start losing their marbles i.e. "two bob short" and dementia taking over and so
"Memories" was born
I think my best poem is Memories followed by The Nudist and then
Re-incarnation.
If you do read my poems could you please sign my guest book and let me know which are your best three poems.
Thank you very much   Eddie The Pom.
  Alias     "Arfer Daley"  and  "Delboy"

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   Meat Pie
Six to win
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  The nudist
King of the road
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  Driver's Ode
Great Western Line
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  Trucking
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Year of the Mum
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  Lucky
Women drivers
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Re-incarnation
The Hearse
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     An ode to
Kevin Pietersen