All Sorts of Poetry

By Thomas William Charles Cooper

By poetry introducing,
This book I am producing,
I hope readers Im seducing,
Inducing you my book to buy.

My poems cover many topics,
Possibly myopic, some a little scopic,
Such you may wish to stop it
And not give my book to try.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Mar 7, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514445167

Thomas William Charles Cooper

Tom Cooper was born in South London on September 14, 1935. He was educated at St Dunstan’s College, Catford. He spent two years in national service in RAF before starting as an engineer in 1960 with LEO computers. In 1964, he was offered a position with Australian Computers. He moved to Australia. Cancer caused loss of his leg and part of his lung in 1966. He has lived happily in Australia since he retired in 1985. His main interests are painting and poetry plus sports, particularly Rugby Union and cricket.

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ALL SORTS

of

POETRY

THOMAS WILLIAM CHARLES COOPER

Copyright © 2016 by Thomas William Charles Cooper.

ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-5144-4518-1

                Softcover        978-1-5144-4517-4

                eBook             978-1-5144-4516-7

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CONTENTS

Why Thomas William Charles

Introduction

All Sorts Of Reasons

Oh, To Be A Poet

Cat and Mouse

Think Before You Drink

Poetry Or Prose

Ayres And Graces

Down And Treacled

How To Make A Rainbow

When Memory Is Only Bytes

The Miracle Of Dawn

If

Irish Style Lament

Fat Or Slim I'm Going To Win

Relation Ships

Why?

Poetical Snippets

Anty Establishment

No Hate, Participate

Rose Violet Variations

Absent Friends

She'll Be Apples

My Just Desert

The Gender Gap

She Knows Best... Just Ask Her

Moonbeam Wishes

Roses/Violet Variations

He Loved Her To Death

The Time Has Come

Family Roots

Animal Crackers On The Ark

The Making Of A Gentleman

Flatulence And Related Tales

There Is Always A Way

Well, Well, Well

The World Compiled For Meek And Mild?

Sweet Mystery Of Life

Look In The Bright Side

A Tubular Friend

Decision Or Division

Canine On The Keys

Time Together

The Lemming Redemption

Evergreen Buses

Between Friends

In The Proverbial

I

dedicate this book to Carol,

My love and caring soulmate

Who has proved to be

In my life,

My support and major role mate.

I thank her for just being there

When I by poetry smitten

For without her help,

Her encouragement,

This book could not be written.

Why Thomas William Charles

Why did I write my poems by,

Thomas William Charles,

Instead of just plain Tom.

It is true, it has a little

More equanimity,

Nonchalance, more aplomb.

That was not the reason,

My book about a homeless slug,

Was published under Tom.

There were so many authors

With Cooper plus a Tom,

Exclusivity was gone.

This book is my second book,

Writing, didn't take that long.

The living, learning to produce,

Life involvement called upon.

This poetry is part of me,

So to me it does belong.

Among the myriad

Of Tom Coopers,

Only one of them is me.

So that you will know

Which one of them,

Poetry by TWC.

If you wonder how I got the name,

It's not thought up or to adorn.

It's the name I was baptized by,

Just after I was born.

Introduction

By poetry introducing,

This book I am producing,

I hope readers I'm seducing,

Inducing you my book to buy.

My poems cover many topics,

Possibly myopic, some a little scopic,

Such you may wish to stop it

And not give my book to try.

Now the reason l attempted,

Stringing words and rhyme,

Well, it won't take a moment

If you can spare the time.

In sixty six, LBJ was here,

Yes lots of flags that day,

In St Vinnies I was pruned

And they went all the way.

The day I left that cancer ward

I felt that I was blessed,

For I left a lot