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A Penned Life

Poetry of Paul Bellany

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A Penned Life

By: Paul Bellany
Narrated by: Paul Bellany
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A book of poems from the inkwell of life.

Who am I that has written all these poems?

I am a proud father and a family man. A Scotsman. A Londoner. A countryside-townie. A patriot. A rebel and a gentleman. A child of the seventies. A graduate from the school of hard knocks. A cat and dog lover. An aficionado of music and books. I am an outsider. I am a maverick, often outspoken and sometimes controversial. I am a warrior and worrier. An overthinker. I am both a success and a failure. I am intensely prolific. I am driven by creativity. I am a student and a tutor. I am a pagan. A disciple of nature. I am mid-fifties with an insatiable appetite to learn about life, about who we are and what we’re doing here.

I am a writer.

Some of the following poems were composed whilst in the throes of abject despair and a few were written when I was so happy, I couldn’t sleep for smiling. Others came together in moments of deep contemplation, the ether delivering words that I subsequently crafted into verse. Some rhyme, some don’t. The subconscious often deciding which it will be before I’ve had time to put pen to paper.

©2024 Paul Bellany (P)2024 Paul Bellany
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