About Martin

Biography

Approaching the time of my life where I hope to be able to have more fun and work less (if at all). I started writing for the fun of it and I have lots to learn.

Quite a few of my poetry was written a long time ago. The best was written during periods of gloom and dismay - but you decide which is the best.

Name:
Martin W
Sex:
Male 
Sign:
Pisces
Relationship Status:
Married
Location:
Local Time:
18 Dec 2018 09:04
Interests:
Reading, Writing, Photography, Archery, Climbing, Karate.
Favorite Books:
I have loads of favourite books by Peter Hamilton, Trudi Canavan, Barry Eisler and many more. Always trying different genres whenever I can.

I also like photography books of all nature but I have a love of black and white photography.
Favorite Authors:
Peter F. Hamilton, Barry Eisler, JRR Tolkein, Clifford D. Simak,
Favorite Movies:
Star Wars (doesn't everyone), Lord of the Rings, Inception, Spy Game, The Last Samurai. Japanese films about the Samurai.
Favourite TV Shows:
I rarely watch it. I like dramas and well done thrillers.

Line of Duty and The Tunnel are recent ones that spring to mind.
Favorite Music:
Anything and Everything - but Dave Gilmour is just one of the best musicians. Also love Queen, Pink Floyd (obviously) and Coldplay
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Topic: How far from home?
Posted: 06 Apr 2018 14:26

I've been to the Falkland Islands - RAF jet from Brize Norton about 7904 miles direct flight, not the friend that KoH speaks of above.
Also been to Sydney Australia - a cool 10,553 but not a single hop.
Many trips to South Africa - another 8,276 miles.

I also drive 5 minutes to work!

All of these have been with work - some pleasure.

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Never Without You

There you are I’ve found you. I knew you wouldn’t be far. For a moment there I thought I had lost you. Tears welled up in me and my emotions – uncontrollable. In a brief moment of time I saw you lying there; my whole body in denial and the doctor’s shaking their head. One nurse didn’t give up. “One, two, three - breathe.” The doctor led me into a waiting room. Then when I hit the...

Added 06 Apr 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 293 | 2 Comments

Is it too much...

Is it too much to want to smile To think those thoughts, that glow in your mind The ones that eventually burst from your lips In hysterical moments, that you hope, everyone will miss Biting your lip, you remember it all Every kiss and touch and from someone so tall Oh! And then you remember those special nights Your grin broadens, and your memories take flight Is it too much to feel this...

Added 18 Jan 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 358 | 2 Comments

Innocence Lost

I watch, I interact, I escape I peep from behind the darkest cape I cry, I laugh, I love for a while I run and play, just like a young child. My friends are mine and also others Some I consider as sisters or brothers We share our feelings, our truths, our fears As life moves up through several gears. With childhood receding, I contemplate Not all I did, it seems, was fate Was I always told...

Added 17 Jan 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 418 | 1 Comment

The Junction

Sometimes, it’s nice, being able just to look out on the world; to see the sunrise, to smell the freshness of the morning, and to experience the evaporation of the dew. Then, at the end of the day, to experience that special sunset; you know, the one that displays the brightest oranges and reds that set below the silhouetted trees. Then there are the arcs of brightly coloured rainbows that...

Added 16 Jan 2017 | Category Memoirs | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 411

I’m Still Here

  Emily was in love. Every morning she awoke and looked at the man that shared her bed. Every morning she smiled and slowly but surely she would end up snuggling into him. She knew that Mike was the best lover, the most attentive husband and the best friend she would ever have. He was one of a kind, her kind.   Today was Sunday; there would be no lie-in today. Soon, they would be sat in...

Added 12 Jan 2017 | Category Drama | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 417

Autumn Memories

Cold and crisp, the air bites my face And my breath leaves with elegant grace I stand and see the waning sun's glare I close my eyes and I stare   I take a step, over the peat I feel the path beneath my feet The crisp sound of leaves are heard And the sound of intermittent birds   With open eyes, I see the trees of old In glorious shades of orange, yellow and gold Their...

Added 11 Jan 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 375 | 1 Comment

Fooling Mum

I could see dark blue sea below my feet and I could feel the wind press against my body, holding me fast. My mother had always told me to never lean into the wind over a high cliff, but what does she know? This was fun! Then I panicked. My arms moved backwards at an ever increasing rate before I started to fall. I could see the panic in mother’s face, closely followed by the horror and...

Added 10 Jan 2017 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 4 | Avg Score 4.75 | Views 301 | 3 Comments

The Sky Is Crying

It leaves... It rises upwards in a never ending stream That defies even gravity And then, suddenly, it stops. It is so far to fall, please don't let it fall As it hovers on the border  Of the unknown and unknowing. It moves... Pushed and prodded by an invisible force Surrounded by its own kind and shoved along Slowly it moves Guided by the whim of the wind And with ease it goes nowhere...

Added 09 Jan 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 517

The Kitchen Maid

Light that streams through an open window Falls elegantly on her face Shadows that stretch from nothing Gives the scene its unique grace Concentration on her face, it seems As she stands and pours the milk Light glistens from the liquid Gives the appearance of pure silk The bread upon the table Crusty and broken apart The texture perfect and simple But definitely not, à la carte Her...

Added 08 Jan 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 359 | 2 Comments

Janet and John - The Fish Shop Encounter

A story written in the style of the Janet and John books that I used to read as a child. In this story, though, Janet is John's wife. John can be rather simple, and she always sends him out on errands for her. This story is not as innocent as the original books, but I hope you enjoy it. Today is Friday, and Janet has decided that they would have a fish and chip takeaway for dinner. Friday...

Added 07 Jan 2017 | Category Humor | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 604 | 2 Comments

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