Anthology of Fatz

By Andrew Diggins

Well, hello people!
Fatz here to tell you a little bit about my anthology. This is a collection of poems I have put together.
Some date back to when I first started to write, which was when I was 21, up until now.
This is not the whole lot, there are a few I have written that are not in this collection.
I would like to say that my poems can come to me at any time and that’s how all of these poems were created. I just start with a blank piece of paper, and a pen, and then all of a sudden my muse jumps on my shoulder and usually I keep writing then a second line comes then from two is three, then pretty soon I have a verse, the page is full and I am satisfied with what I have written. There is usually no effort, the words seem to jump on the paper, as if it were magic, and pretty soon I have written a poem.
I write my poems as a form of therapy, when my mind is full of thoughts and feelings it is a way in which I express myself.

I hope you all enjoy my writings.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Oct 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781514496640

Andrew Diggins

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Foreword

Well, hello people!

Fatz here to tell you a little bit about my anthology. This is a collection of poems I have put together.

Some date back to when I first started to write, which was when I was 21, up until now.

This is not the whole lot, there are a few I have written that are not in this collection.

I would like to say that my poems can come to me at any time and that’s how all of these poems were created. I just start with a blank piece of paper, and a pen, and then all of a sudden my muse jumps on my shoulder and usually I keep writing then a second line comes then from two is three, then pretty soon I have a verse, the page is full and I am satisfied with what I have written. There is usually no effort, the words seem to jump on the paper, as if it were magic, and pretty soon I have written a poem.

I write my poems as a form of therapy, when my mind is full of thoughts and feelings it is a way in which I express myself.

I hope you all enjoy my writings.

I would like to dedicate this book to a friend of fifteen years. Who is now no longer with us. His life came to an abrupt end on the 1st of May 2009. He was well loved and respected in the circles of friends he kept. I for one am very glad I knew him. He will be sadly missed every second of every day. If I can do something to let memories of Levon remain, I will. That’s why I dedicate this Anthology to you, Levon Rathem Willson. You touched my heart. You used to like hearing my poetry. We had so many great conversations. You helped me so much and showed an interest. For this I am very grateful. So to the memory of you,

I will dedicate this book to

Levon Rathem Willson,

28/4/1977 – 1/5/2009

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

I would like to give thanks to all the friendly people at QUIHN on the Gold Coast by helping me make this anthology a reality. Very special thanks goes to Sean, thank you for believing in me. I would recommend QUIHN to anyone one if they needed someone to talk to, needed to find out information, or just simply needed bits.

Contents

Untitled verse

FOR MY BROTHERS WEDDING

ON BEHALF OF LILLY

ELEPHANTS TO ALIENS

HOPE AND HATE

A BIT MORE THAN NOTHING

FATZ KNOWS

SON OF GOD

BRAINS ON ONE SIDE

LIFE AS BREEZE

IT MAY

THIS AND THAT

Long ago

ONCE A KING

NATURES SYMPHONY

Take some peace and try it

LOST IT

WEB OF THE FUTURE

AWAITING THE GARDEN

LISTEN TO THE SIGN

PEACE OF MIND

RULED BY THE FOLD

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I’m trapped in an entangled web of deceit

Lies and lies get swept down my street

I prefer to walk with my own two feet

But seeing boxes within