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PATRICK B. OSADA patrickosada@aol.com
POETRY All poetry on this site is protected by copyright.
I am a poet and editor living in Warfield, Berkshire, England.
Please note : Visit other pages or websites from this page by left clicking on underlined links in blue
POETRY COLLECTIONS :
Two of my three collections are currently available : Short Stories : Suburban Lives (ISBN 1-904781-50-0) and my
new collection, Rough Music (ISBN 1-904781-48-9). Both are available direct fromSTORE at BLUECHROME,
(please see their link below).Alternatively, they can be purchased from The Poetry Book Society, AMAZON, WHSmith,
Blackwells & TESCO (all on line) or from WATERSTONE'S and other good bookshops...
If you would like to purchase signed copies of the books, please contact me
on the website listed at the head of this page.
Click this link for information about the NEW COLLECTION & forthcoming public readings from Rough Music
NEW REVIEWS of Rough Music - please click this link:
Reviews of Short Stories : Suburban Lives... click on the following link for reviews of this collection :
Bluechrome Books : For more news of my books and other soon to be released collections, including the excellent
Never-Never Land by ADELE WARD, click :
My poetry is now featured on a range of websites.
Please click these links to visit sites containing selections of my poetry :
www.quillandink.netfirms.com Archive Volume 2, Issues 8, 11
www.interpoetry.com ( Edition 14)
Also visit the HOME PAGE for other poets on PoetryPF
In 2006 Radio Cookham made a programme about my poetry. For a copy of this interview and readings of my poetry,
please contact me at patrickosada@aol.com
NEW! The whole of this programme on the excellent website of my interviewer, Gail Dorrington... Visit her site at :
www.gaildorrington.co.uk Programme 1
Podcasts Try Nic Treadwell's series of programmes. I'm delighted that Nic gave me the opportunity to contribute to Programme 46.
(Sept. 06) To hear me reading 4 of my poems, please click this link :
BIOGRAPHY :
For my biographical details please visit the "who's who" pages at the excellent
Poetry Kit :
Two good sites to visit : Visit Tony Turner's new website at :
Visit :
For SOUTH poetry magazine serving the Southern Counties (and beyond!) visit :
NEW POETRY SELECTION FOLLOWS:
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On the day of the appointment
He walked the woods at Lindenhill,
Beyond Bear Grove and Bowsey Hill
And it was grey and fine rain fell.
Deep in the woods the darkness closed :
Solemn with ferns where no birds sang,
The only sound the drip of rain -
From leaf to leaf the water ran.
Then suddenly, near Endall's Farm,
The cover broke and sunshine played
Into that melancholic wood
In dappled bars and stripes of gold -
Gilding between the thinning trees.
Beyond the hawthorn hedge clear air -
As from dank path and solemn shade
A sudden openness of land :
The high top field with distant views
Where buildings gleamed, glass mirrored sun
And spires climbed above the trees.
And at that moment on the day
That he'd been given the "all clear"
His spirits flew as lark song climbed :
In joy and comfort shed a tear.
LIKE PERSEPHONE
You have endured.
Stolen from the light
You faced your darkness;
Bravely you returned,
With wisdom and insight.
But darkness recurred,
Gripping you softly.
Reaching out and out
It spreads across the void -
To touch all of those
You have ever loved.
My website is updated monthly.
This update completed on 01/05/08.
Thank you for visiting.
I hope you enjoyed my poetry.
Please let me know what you think of
this month's site :
patrickosada@aol.com
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Green and Pleasant
And as the spring unfolds it’s there-
Hanging on air -pungent, sickly,
Bitter scent assaulting nose and throat
With every breath. Out travelling
This road - high hedged with windows shut
Up tight - it permeates the car :
I know the crop before that flash
Of lurid yellow proclaims rape.
Florescent acid yellow flames
Steal from laburnum’s subtle spark -
And from the hills a patchwork glows -
An alien crop burns England’s heart.
Bluebells
(Two Haiku)
A secret blue sea
Fills the wood near Wesley Mill -
Surfed by young rabbits.
A single pink bell
Celebrates diversity,
Startles ranks of blue.
Cow parsley
(Haiku)
After April rain
Country verges billow white :
Soak the passer-by.
LUCKY
The day I won the lottery was cold,
No sun or birdsong, steady drizzle fell.
The morning that my numbers all lined up
I woke hung over, crapulent, unwell.
The Saturday my lucky line up worked
The dog escaped and my car let me down;
On the day that the balls rolled into place,
I was too late to catch the train to town.
Instead of soccer, shopped with surly wife -
I missed the match, our first loss in thirteen;
But as I saw my numbers all come up
My lousy weekend turned into a dream...
It didn't last, as truth like neon shone:
A lightning strike! ...Wallet and ticket gone!
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