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Wordsmith
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Wordsmith
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‘This is Jeffrey Lamont’s fifth book of poetry’ following on from the success of his previous publications; Ulster Catharsis, Brochan Burn , Shared Futures and Maudlin and Bitter Poems
LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 20, 2022
ISBN9781665596565
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Jeffrey Lamont

Jeffrey Lamont lives in Portrush, County Antrim, and Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan. He has previously published two books of poetry, “Ulster Catharsis” and “Brochan Burn.” He has lived and worked in over twenty countries worldwide, which has provided inspiration for many of his poems. He also writes poems in the Ulster Scots tradition.

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    Wordsmith - Jeffrey Lamont

    © 2022 Jeffrey Lamont. All rights reserved.

    No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or

    transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

    Published by AuthorHouse 02/11/2022

    ISBN: 978-1-6655-9657-2 (sc)

    ISBN: 978-1-6655-9656-5 (e)

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    Contents

    Anni Horribili

    Beyond The Pale

    Beyond The Pale

    Broken Men

    Burns

    Cain

    Dating Site Virgin

    David Lean

    Frae Whence I Was Hewn

    George

    Gewurtztraminer and Beer

    God Love the Irish Language

    Hardy

    Lammas Time

    Leonard

    Liberty

    Lithium, the Cure

    Local Pubs

    The Heavy Dew

    Monopoly

    Mood Swing

    My Girls

    My Wee Flat

    New World

    Ode Tae Whin Bushes

    Oligarchs

    Parking Lot

    Parochialism

    Pledge

    Posers

    Pundits

    Renee, Sing

    Reticence

    Right to Passage

    Ro-Ro-Rosie

    Rosalia

    Rose Shaughnessy

    Rough Breeding

    Saunterin

    Self Medication

    Stratosphere

    Sweet Bushmills

    The Barren Furrow

    The Cornie Field

    Small Minds

    The Furtive Glance

    The Spawning

    The Sullied Ledge

    Time Stands Still

    Ulster

    Warehouse Receipts

    Five Lamps

    Zbe Cries

    Anni Horribili

    (April 2021)

    Four Anni Horribili

    Since Aigul she kicked me out

    Sleepin’ on the beaches

    Just like a down-and-out.

    An’ like a bomzh in Bishkek

    Residing in spare rooms

    Moving every month or two

    As eviction day it looms.

    While she is cosseted comfortably

    In my house with four bedrooms

    With her scrawny Belfast boyfriend

    Unfairness, sure it booms.

    But I did it for my Renee

    Who’s just reached the age of nine

    That she might keep her lovely home

    And her lifestyle oh so fine.

    Yet still it hurts into the core

    That I’ve lost everything

    My wife, my house, my vehicle

    I stand naked, with nothing.

    But the greatest thing she took

    Possessions set aside

    Was my belief in myself

    My confidence and pride.

    Beyond The Pale

    (April 2021)

    For I am now outside the pale

    Of what she reckons proper.

    I drink, I smoke, I write my poems

    And don’t do what I oughter.

    I castigate, I vilify,

    I’m aggressive in my penning,

    I do not spare the blade of wrath

    Unlike the meek Carl Dinning.

    But she is cold and harder,

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