Me, Myself & My Pen

By Leonardo Etch

A collection of urban poetry, from an everyday man from south east London. Some are funny, some thought provoking, some personal, some coded and some quizzical! I sincerely hope you enjoy reading my book as much as I had writing it. Best wishes, Leonardo Etch

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Oct 5, 2010
• ISBN: 9781453582381

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Copyright © 2010 by Leonardo Etch.

ISBN: Softcover  978-1-4535-8237-4

ISBN: Ebook      978-1-4535-8238-1

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Contents

Foreward

Our Amazing Bank Holiday Weekend

Sarah my Loolar

A poetic Challenge!

Write Right?

The Glory of being a Father of a Son.

My Amazing Alphabetical World Tour!

July 14th 2009 THE BREAK

Ritten Rong!

What Is

I am Thinking Drinking

Animal Tragic

Pills for my Ills

Nutter

I’m A Foody

Coded

AZ it!

You Are

Do you come here often Darling?

The Lord Moves in Mysterious Ways!

Bad Recipe

Literary Gastronomy.

Sweet Tooth!

The food we eat!

The Other Beautiful Game!

Creatures

Fifty Two for You

Another Time Another Place

Ice Cream’s & Dream’s

Word Smith

I Wish I didn’t Squish!

Secrets

I am Chef!

Mr Amazing!

Double Trouble

What? What? What?

Hidden Message?

Crisps!

Cruising For A Boozing!

Coded!

Wonderful Words

Sneezey does it!

Am I being Selfish?

Deadline, Breadline

Boooozing

My Wait?

Double—Dealing

The Great Invisible Flying Bear!

O. C. D. get a grip on reality!

The Liquid Nightmare

Song of Songs Part 1

What Am I?

Have you Swallowed a Dictionary?

WWW.WORDSMITH

WOR Dy!

Writing is easy like A, B, C?

A Bet I can be Alpha male.

Sundays

Lets be funny

How?    HOW?    How?

Life and Death

Half and Half

Divided In Half

I Want To Be Inventive.

Poker Squeeze!

Tipple?

Great Or Greedy?

Watched?

The F Word

Using the Phone ticking you off!

A Fine Line

Cold hard Cash

Can you See What I C?

Mystery?

Ghost Boast

Food!

Night Cap

Double Muddle! Double TroubleDouble Meanings

Balls!

The Spiral

Dr Ugly!

Old No. 7 Brand

Hair Scare!

Itchy & Scratchy!

Why Y Why

The Mighty Unsung Thumb!

Quality Q!

Delightful

The Future?

Breaking the speed Limit~All over the country.

First?

Broken but not Beaten

The Will of the Collective

Million

Love Luxury

Polite right? Or I Ignite!

The 12 Trials of me!

A,B,C, the first in the Dictionary?

When Writing

Lifer

I Will Be There

Animeral?

The Unexplored Me

I’m an animal.

My pen ran out!

An Angel Touched me!

An Association Infestation!

Suckers!

One In FOUR?

First Food War

A Final Thought

Foreward

By Leonardo Etch—Me, Myself & My Pen

This is a collection of my writing from the last decade, since the fire within me for writing was reignited. Thanks for reading my book—I hope you find some pleasure in doing so. Some say I’m a person that’s hard to read and that I have hidden depths . . . . so I say you have to look a little deeper!

I hope you get the message.

Thanks for the love to my Sarah Loo, Sam, Mum & Dad xxxx

Leonardo

Our Amazing Bank Holiday Weekend

Saturday arrives and all the planning and preparation

Now has to come together,

The Invitations done, with all those little things too,

The only Unknown is the Weather!

Eight weeks of work, Loo at my side, As usual

She gave her all,

The Cake, the slideshow, the Venue too,

Lets hope we have a ball,

40 years of marriage Mum and Dad enjoy, but tonight

I am the Host,

All sorts of different pressures, People arriving

from the Coast!

My Solitary wish tonight is that after everything

we have done, it goes to plan,

So many things to think of, Especially Sams

performance with his band!

Along with my Commitments on this night, I have

agreed to sing a few tracks,

With Hindsight this extra worry makes it

twice as hard to now Relax,

Still awaiting Guests arrival we Stall our 8’oclock

Start,

But its time for a decision, Sam’s Teacher

must depart,

The Accoustics were not brilliant as most guests

now start to Sit,

I knew it was too loud when Mum said

Can you turn it down a bit,

Apart from one small Hiccup, All goe’s well

and people say very well done,

Thats what you have to do when called on

as Number one Son!,

The Buffets ready by this time and the

Cakes Unveiled to view,

Sam and me Worked hard on it, and Mum

and Dad loved it, that’s true,

Something so Unusual happened, Jan and Les

Appear out of the blue,

Their first appearance for well over a decade,

For Our Party, What a Coup!,

For Mum and Dad I mean and All our

Effort is worth while,

Us Letchfords always pull off a great party,

Its good company with Style,

Now its getting late, time to go, so we pack

Dads motor with a pile of food,

The Beefs gone in more ways than one!

But Dad’s still in a good Mood,

I get home late, pleased with my work with

great help from my Loo,

We pulled it off in the very best way

that we could ever do!

Sunday morning and my Head is Heavy,

but my heart is feeling Sweet,

That was one Groovey Ruby you will find

Very hard to beat!

Monday morning, half past Eight, and the weathers

looking Glum,

I turn to Loolar and say "I’m not going

Today to the hop fields, I’m gonna ring Mum",

"Sorry Mum the weathers bad, I don’t fancy

it today",

She Sighs with disappointment but She

Just says Thats Ok,

Ten minutes later my mobile goes, its Mum

and I Say Hello,

She’s spoken to Aunty Cathy and down there

the Sun will glow,

I realise that with all there aches and pains

and pills they both really want to go,

Down to the Kertish Hopfields whether cloud,

or Rain, Or Snow!

Ok Mum "We’ll give it a crack, I will see

you just after 10,

OK love the phone goes down and I just

know She’s happy again!

On the Dot Dad Rolls up and as usual

we are running late,

But everyone is very cool, no one getting in a

State,

We eventually get going, two cars to take us

all,

The Old A2 and Seven Mile lane a journey I

will always Recall,

Mum and Dad both pointing out places visited

beore,

A pleasurable journey, not the expected bore!

The Tickled Trout and tight Country lanes a

drive back into the past,

I trundled along at a gentle pace not like

me I usually go fast,

That was the setting for the day, a day to

forget about TV,

Down in deepest darkest Kent, that’s the place

for me,

Meet up with Bomber and all his Crew, Cathy

and David Wait,

Our Family Convoy Setting off, yearning for

that Hop field gate,

Down to the back field, time to set up, our

Chairs and Seats and grub,

Settle in, put on the kettle, get used to

be grassy Shrub,

The Sun by now was baking us, a beautiful

Kentish day,

I’m Sure mum sent one to the big man upstairs,

to help us on our way,

Time for a walk, seeing Sheep and Heffers,

Glad that I had met em,

Mum and Dad there in Spirit, though their legs

Just wouldn’t let em,

We picked Some Damsons, Berrys to, sat on an

Ancient Tractor,

Met the farmer, just like Pop Larkin, but he was

not an Actor,

Arrived back at the Field and Sam got out his

Guitar,

I think he’ll look back on this day as his

first time driving a Car,

He really Played Some lovely tunes, everyone

Joins in, and Claps,

Behind the wheel he’s a natural, through the

field he does several laps,

The Sun beats down and two teams are picked,

Its Rounders for the young,

An hour of fun and I’m feeling done nearly hit a good

home Run,

Tune to pack our Chairs and bits and head

off back to Home,

Thank the Farmer for his welcome, and Allowing Us

to Roam,

Like we have done as a family for Five decades

and more,

We’ll be back if that’s all right, next bank

holiday for sure,

Through the Single pile lanes, Dad warns me

what may Come,

Some heavy farm like traffic, be careful love

Says Mum,

Seven Mile lane, comes our way again, and

we’ve had such fun we say,

The best weekend for a very long time, and a

brilliant Bank Holiday!

Sarah my Loolar

Sarah in hebrew means Lady Princess,

A Beauty that has given my heart such Success,

Renamed Loolar because of her Charm,

A duty for me to keep her from harm,

Heavenly face, with blonde flowing tresses,

Jade eyes gleaming, along with her dresses,

Attractive and so very pleasant to the eye,

Nubile and desirable, so glad I’m her guy,

Electric personality, people always adore,

Misty her first love for that I am sure

Yearn to be near her every second of each day,

Love that most mortals would hope for and pray.

Occasionally I pinch myself in case its a dream,

Overawed by her kind Heart or so it would seem,

Letchy or Pumpkin she calls me with Love,

And on this Earth, no other, I hold above,

Rarest of Relationships I’ve been granted its true,

DEEPLY ETCHED

ON MY ???

ARE THE 3 LETTERS

LOO

(4 ???LOO IS TRUE)

A poetic Challenge!

I am tonight Staring into a Literary Chasm,

A task I have set myself, Can I do it?

My Wordy experiments can take up to 2 month,

Asking new Questions on this great word bonanza,

Tasty phrasedogy that my pen loves to eat,

Titbits nourishing my literal Craftwork,

Endings and beginnings I have to Complete,

Musing and Reflecting each letter I write,

Polished, even elegant to show good tutorship,

Testing knowledge as each written line comes to pass,

Inaugural entry into this Academic Abyss,

Nourish the page trying to Accentuate,

Gathering gems like Noah and his Arc,

Torrentual expression, I hope for a downpour,

Orative journey theoretical and Abstractive,

Complex but enjoyable putting me to the test,

Revamping and modernising my written Abilities,

Enthusiastically my love of words has grown,

Adamant that when read my prose will please,

The message I try to give you is free,

Each reading will tempt you to a higher ground,

A short bubbling dip you have spent in my word Jacuzzi,

Poetry is part of this word loving Man,

Once you click and suddenly find what I’m covering,

Each one of you will literally start great DISCOVERY

Write Right?

Words when written produce a new story,

If you love poems, your pen brings you glory,

Producing fresh prose to delight the page,

Allowing new thoughts, opening your next stage,

Not knowing the next line when you start to flow,

Can make your heart sing and your soul grow,

Once you immerse yourself completely within,

Words and Expression, it help you begin,

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