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Memoirs: A Poetry Book
Memoirs: A Poetry Book
Memoirs: A Poetry Book
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All of my poems are inspired or are reflective of people and events that have had a deep emotional effect on my life in my latter years, in which I have been compelled to write about them.

Each and every poem tells its own story in time and placefrom my life poems that are an image of what is really happening in the world today with peoples attitudes and structured society and feelings for others, to my love poems that reach into the very depths of my emotions and portray how various women have affected my life emotionally. And it almost certainly reflects the effects of being adopted and never knowing a mothers true lovein which most talk of love far away, a need of wanting, a need of being, and being so near yet so farwhich is the story of my life.

The final two sections are probably self-explanatory. They, again, are drawn from events that have affected my life and the lives of others from poems of grief that reflect a sense of there but not gone as all life is eternal to my final poems about Tibet, which came from a deep feeling and empathy for Tibet and its people.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherXlibris NZ
Release dateFeb 17, 2015
ISBN9781493192762
Memoirs: A Poetry Book
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Tony Bulley

If you have heard the saying “Been there done that “then that sums up my 68 years of life of which I have probably done more in than most people in two lifetimes. I was born in London in 1946, Saint George’s day patron Saint of England and defender of people’s right’s, at six months was adopted, spent a miserable childhood and immigrated to New Zealand at eighteen. From an early age I found I could see things before they happened, be able to read between lines what people were really saying , know what was reality of what was going on in the world , and not how people pretended it was. These events in the world and people I have known have influenced what I write, reality, love, grief and empathy. We can all live in a cocoon and be complacent, but the reality is somewhere, someplace, someday events in the world will catch up with you then who will be there for you in your time of need.

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    Memoirs - Tony Bulley

    Do We Care

    Tony Robin Bulley 5th June 2007 ©

    When reflecting on one’s life did you care

    Take time to help others learn to share

    Try to change wrong work to put right

    Have consideration for worldly plight

    Helping to make it a better place

    United loving undivided one race

    Did you see the child with flies in its eyes?

    The small dying baby its desperate cries

    Children running to hide from the gun

    Afraid to go out and play in the sun

    Mothers weeping for war torn strife

    That took their families destroyed their life

    These are the things we know we see

    But do we just sit and stare and let it be

    What counts when its time for us to die

    Accumulated wealth a castle in the sky

    Or was it a smile in some far distant place

    Food for a child to light their tearful face

    So what will they say at your life’s end

    This person was a loving caring friend

    A Dying Childs Plea

    Tony Robin Bulley 27th September 2008 ©

    Oh peace how I seek for your dawning day

    Why did you leave me and go away

    For I am scared no one hears my cry

    Whilst on the street my brothers die

    This is my question what have I done

    As here now I lay dying in the sun

    Oh peace where are you in my strife

    My blood ebbing stolen in youth of life

    Oh peace I feel so cold short of breath

    Come hold me in my hour of death

    Take me away from the soldier’s gun

    No more I need to hide no place to run

    I am dying my blood spilt in the sand

    Peace come closer take hold my hand

    For I am a child innocent without sin

    Oh peace i feel you now close within

    Never more all those I love to see

    For death has come to set me free

    Oh peace hear me my final prayer

    Peace to all the nations everywhere

    Oh peace I feel you so close now by

    Hold me a child in your arms as I die

    Being There

    Tony Robin Bulley 25th September 2008 ©

    How will you be when you hear the call?

    Maybe you hesitate, pause, and pretend to stall

    When

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