Liverpool Tales from the Mersey Mouth - A book by John Williams

"This is a wonderful collection of writings by John Williams. While it isn't specifically about the Beatles, they are clearly a part of the story, along with the very fiber and fabric of the city that influenced him and them as well. The pieces are short, well written and filled with a delicious sense of humor that shines in the titles as well as the essays." Jan Perry, Cincinnati Post
"John Williams writes in the language of Liverpool, a Scouse scribe who brings to life the people and places, inner thoughts and outer images, the vigour and vitality and essentially, the iron humour of a unique city." Bill Harry, founder of Mersey Beat

Liverpool Poems

This is a sample of my poetry that had been consigned to poetry limbo for years. As Coleridge once remarked, "Poems are never finished, they are simply abandoned." Poetry is a solitary occupation and so I have never been part of any ink crowd. My poetry is a mixture of the formal, such as Villanelles, and free verse. Some of it is an attempt at a lyric form, and I suppose is more correctly called song. Poetry is a difficult medium for people as it presents a conflict of perception because it stems from an oral tradition thousands of years old, yet we insist on reading it as if it were prose and so we encounter problems of understanding. Poetry is nothing if not a motion picture show, a flowing stream of images carrying ideas in its meandering course. I hope you enjoy mine as it contains images of my life.

John Williams

Revelations

When autumn's teasing dance beguiles the sun,

slow falling leaves all warm hearts captivate,

and senses scattered cold to winter run.

Green shrines to green vows sad lovers shun,

as love's sweet blossom swells to windfall hate,

when autumn's teasing dance beguiles the sun.

leaves hang like lace on dresses satin spun,

as tempests shatter bonds inviolate,

and senses scattered cold to winter run.

Hearts of oak the whispering frosts all stun,

and eyes grown green with envy will dilate,

when autumn's teasing dance beguiles the sun.

Summer's fragrant canopy falls undone,

exposing empty seed husks to their fate,

and senses scattered cold to winter run.

Now spring arrives and new life has begun,

dew-eyed buds awake frantic for that date

when autumn's teasing dance beguiles the sun

and senses scattered cold to winter run.

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