Egalitarian phrases
Socialist in pleasure
Glorify the council house
We are dressed in many yarns
A full embroidery
Many ways join the complete society
Apples are ready
The carpets are laden
Do we need education
I have doubts myself
The sorrows of learning are like fires
We always remember to keep away from
Ethical honesty is the only real learning matter
Paces of understanding are related to character
When we feel expressive
The wings of time bring us poetry
Since time immemorial a falsehood has been here
The echoes of language raw are all we need
The matters of skill are generated by learning in particular
Beauty is our worthwhile endeavour
The colours of emotion celebrate creation
Where does education lead us
On blowing temper trails
There are those who can and most of us can’t
In ships of celebrity they guide promises of future
The cousin of nature is expression
It values our wellbeing
Proves our memory
We are all created creatures
Juices of love make us generous
In spite of ourselves communal
A Tyne Affair
Sail on the water
Curving footpath climbs
Eye of pleasure
Fountain gardens appetite of evening
Westgate Road joins Clayton Street
Seaside bereft of charisma
Recipe of progress
Mast of Spanish City
Colourful commerce
Café cakes of Belgium
Botanic centre
Arresting arrangement
Matters of nature
Funfair on corner of bay
The sea is the soul of time
it wanders us perfectly
draining our soreness
swathed in melody
I treated myself to a present of self-importance
When I first believed
I was the Messiah
Consciously given to overwhelming gratitude
For changes of personality
I addressed Creator with personal significance
Feeling rewarded
It is subtle
How we arrange our status
Wedding forms of inferiority with magnanimous
By roads of knowing myself I come to now
Sense of language
Lives in everyone
Dour perceptions also
We breathe our personality from education mainly
Forming more or less a high opinion
My scroll of ability
Was negligible
Then it happened I became a genius with words
Or so it seemed
A long time ago
Selected by Dr Keith Armstrong
Trevor Leonard was born in 1944 in Benwell, Newcastle. He attended Cannon Street School at the age of 5 and then Ascham House in Gosforth followed by Pendower Commercial and John Marley Schools. He was articled to a solicitor for 5 years and began writing at the age of 22. He now lives in Jesmond.
Trevor with Keith Armstrong
Trevor with Keith Armstrong
TREVOR
This is a special man
who spends his life entirely
searching for clues to all of it
outside the teeming box.
He rants from the obscure corners
where no one else dares,
rummages down lanes
where most folk fear
to walk,
looking for a special meaning,
a hint of a jewel
in the pervasive rubbish.
A walk with him
will lead you
into beautiful gardens,
alternative libraries
and abstract galleries.
His voice
is his own
unique instrument,
dulcit in the sun
of blooming vineyards
and birdsong.
His thoughts
refresh
the universe
with their original
melodies.
Listen to him,
to the deepness
in his soul,
to the reverence
in his wise and seaching eyes.
KEITH ARMSTRONG
