The Reverses of Life

By Brian Michael Hurll

My thanks to everyone that has supported me in this continuing adventurewriting about topics that my readers are interested in. I hope to continue for a long timewriting about love, holidays, and modern topics.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Jul 9, 2018
• ISBN: 9781543491432

Brian Michael Hurll

Brian Michael Hurll, was born 3rd December 1939 when the Second World War had just started, and he lived with his Mother, Sister and Grandmother in Bournemouth. Educated at Poole Grammar School, Technical College. He started work as an Engineering apprentice. Married Valerie, and has two adult children Dawn and Richard, and three Grandchildren. Brian started writing seriously in 1997 when Princess Diana died and has not stopped since. He retired in 2016 after 60 years. Several POETRY AWARDS later, Two Books have been published. Brian says that Writing unloads your mind and is good for your soul.

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Rev. date: 07/18/2018

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1

LOVE POEMS

My English Rose

Portrait Of A Lady

Ellen

Missing You

How I Hate This World

The Joy Of Children

Kissing Love

Our Duet Of Love

The Dawn Of My Life

Courage In Adversity

It’s A Mystery

Absent Love

My Lost Love

Angel Eyes

Longing For You

Your Sweet Love

Angels 2008

Hope Lives

CHAPTER 2

NATURE

Gods Wonderful World - A Sonnet

A Sense Of Peace

God’s Wonderful World

A Sense Of Peace

Autumn Concerto

Natures Dawn 2006

The Silent Noise

An Ode To A Tree

A Poem For Autumn

The Whispering Wind

Spreadeagle Hill

CHAPTER 3

TOPICAL

The Second Millenium - A Disaster

Armaggeddon

I’m Really Scared

Man With No Vision

Coincidence

Heathrow Airport

A Mini Saga

Fate

The Sounds Of Music

It’s A Mystery

This Dangerous World

Ode To Mother Earth

Post Millenium

A World Crisis

Gatport Airwick

Nine Eleven Zero One

Growing Wise

Contentment

The Illusion Of Life

No Return

One Wish

Brush Up On Your Life

What Will They Say

No Daffodils

No Time To Waste

Ode To A Scarecrow 2010

Imminent Danger

The Ramrod 2006

CHAPTER 4

HOME

Background

Auto Obituary

Oh To Be A Poet

Forgive And Forget

My Special Place

Mystery

The Dancers

Hypothesisingn

Ode From A Foot

The Grocery Round

The Call Of Morning

The Robin

A Quiet Longing 2008

It’s A Mystery

Something Wonderful

Spring In My Garden 2008 s

Boundaries 2008

Our Grandaughter

My Love It’s Poetry

Catch Me When I Fall 2008

CHAPTER 5

WAR

Memories

Casualties Of War—A Villanelle

The Battlefield

The Colour Of War

Love In War

The Morning After 2007

CHAPTER 6

TRAVEL

I Wonder?

Our Island Home

Beach Fishing

The Lake

Cala Galdana

The Choice Is Yours

Heavens In Your Mind

Imagine This

Corfu In The Sun

Chapter 1

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Love Poems

My English Rose

MY SPECIAL LOVE 1998

I saw this girl across the floor; her softness filled my heart,

Could it be, she’s made for me? The thought just made me start.

Love hits you like a hurricane, I don’t know what it is,

I only know the thought of her got me in a tizz.

I liked her face, her hair, her smile, the way she held her stance.

And when the tango hit the floor, I thought, She can’t half dance

Her partner swung her this way, then that put on quite a show

I thought again, I can’t do that. My morale sank very low.

Faint heart never won fair lady I remember being told.

If you want to make things happen, you must be brave and bold.

I knew that she was beautiful, her bust line firm and full.

Her figure trim and excellent, could I really pull?

I wasn’t unattractive, nineteen, not worldly wide.

How do I handle this feeling I have inside?

She looks a bit older, and comfortable in the dance,

I found myself staring, that chassis, I’m almost in a trance.

I pull myself together, is my tie straight, touch my hair,

I look down at my shoes as I get up from my chair.

Now we’ll have a quiet Waltz, get to know each other

May I have this dance, please? I was taught this by my mother.

She smiled, blushed, gave me her hand my arm went round her waist

I turned her to the line of dance, there wasn’t any haste.

Hello, I said, looking down, I’ve only been here twice"

Yes, I think I’ve seen you. She sounded very nice.

She smelt so good; if I could I’d dance the night away.

I like the Waltz What is your name? Mine’s Brian by the way

I saw her home, met her mum, we courted for three years,

I bought a ring Will you marry me, Val? I love you so much, dear

I’ve loved her now for forty five years, my family is my life.

I am so glad that Valerie Rose, agreed to be my wife.

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Portrait Of A Lady

THE BOOK OF VILLANELLES 1999

A Victorian lady, with a modern feel,

Who radiated love from her house on the hill.

We miss her presence, still, oh so real.

We visited her, she cooked a meal,

So old, no fuss, with culinary skill.

A Victorian lady, with a modern feel.

A Somerset Drawl, a youthful zeal,

So neat, and smart, with a white neck frill.

We miss her presence, still, oh so real.

Her Christian belief, happy to kneel.

Thin, and frail looking, with a very strong will.

A Victorian lady, with a modern feel.

Sharp in the mind, read a good deal,

Content in her little house, close to the mill.

We miss her presence, still, oh so real.

Honest and kind she could never steal,

Now she has gone, her house is cold and still.

A Victorian lady with a modern feel,

We miss her presence still, oh, so real.

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Ellen

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