Pare’s Poetry Podcast: Recent Episodes
John Nicholas Pare
For a long time now I’ve been writing poetry. At the start it was for family birthdays and other occasions, but gradually I started writing more serious pieces and in recent years I have tried to expand my range with sonnets, haikus, limericks and blank and free verse, across a wide range of subject-matter. I hope to reach a wider audience through this series of podcasts.
An excerpt from ‘Northwich Weekend’, Tennis mirroring life, Sometimes I have my tongue in my cheek, a March evening described, and why we should all Dive into Life
Final verse (7) of Certainty, an alliterative poem on quizzing, poems on Lotus and Lily flowers and last but, with certainty, not least, the whole of Creation!
Verse 6 of ‘Certainty’ (sonnet form), a lament about what became of our home of 33 years, the view from my current home, and a recommendation always just to ‘come as you are’.
Verse 4 of ‘Certainty’, a complaint about nuisance calls, Herefordshire scenery described, and a Tercet (poem of 3-line verses) on Authority.
Verse 3 of ‘Certainty’ (sonnet form), Nostalgia (a brief autobiography), Helicopters - a nature poem - and thoughts on second chances.
Verse 2 of ‘Certainty’, a new Collective Noun, things starting with ‘G’, and Tea Leaf Trust meets Ford Focus Mk 3.
Poems on certainty and doubt (v. 1), the patchwork quilt of my life, my floribunda rose, and the first day of a skiing trip.
Natural (arachnid) Industry, Mah Jong on Colonsay (Inner Hebrides), Doughty Doris, and A Last Weekend.
Long-distance love, unwanted contact, a local walk together, and the romance of France.
England from a train, astrology made harder, a buzzard’s aerial view and the tourist’s Marrakech.
A Chenonceau Sonnet, childhood holiday memories, Autumn thoughts of a long-distance relationship (now thankfully under the same roof) and a memorable time in Marrakech.
Marriage in a time of Covid, Father Christmas (more like ‘whether’), dull English and very wet Sri Lankan weather.
With my wife, ours to others, my dog, and on holiday in Sri Lanka with Sandie, Graham and Sheila
A view from my upstairs window, Christmas in Goa, something vaguely political (for me) and thoughts about mountains.
Travel towards marriage, back to St Valentine’s time, through the seasons and to Sri Lanka
Here are 4 more poems, two of which regret internment or consider freedom. Both of the others relate to foreign travel.