Bill Mitton

Biography

My names Bill Mitton I’m still working 9 to 5 for a Living, but am quite sucessful as a part-time Poet/Writer as well, comedy scripts, short stories etc. Well over weight short of hair and breath. Based in Burnage and growing old as disgracefully as my wife will allow. My aims for the future ? Basically it's still world conquest, but I've not quite cracked it yet. If I can get the New shed up and the patio down before Winter I'll probably have a go at Marching on Poland or Annexing Bosnia (That is of course If my back holds out!). I actually didn’t think I was a performance poet until I realised I’d been reading My poetry at Folk Clubs and open Mike events for about two years and still haven’t been chucked out barred or indeed (it’s that sort of area) shot or stabbed. Over the last few months people have had the extreme bad taste to come and give REQUESTS! For me to read specific poems, Now that can’t be right can it? Can it? Oh, and I’ve had poems published in “Rain Dog” and “Road Song” and had a couple of nice reviews, well, when I say nice, I mean they weren’t ACTUALLY threatening. I suppose I should say I write poetry because it moves my soul or something arty farty like that but to be honest I write poetry because the bloody stuff keeps coming into my head so I write it down and mostly forget it………….that’s bad isn’t it? I probably shouldn’t have said that should I?

Samples

THE SCENT OF GOD Behind the eye before the mind where 'feel' and 'see' are one. A place of least resistance all pre-conceptions gone. A void between what was and is where must and could both vie twixt wake and sleep, a limbo. where truth’s barriers all die. It’s here within life’s molten core where who we are holds ground and we see ourselves from inside out that the scent of God is found. THE UNSUNG BELL The unsung bell atop the tower of a ruined church unchallanged by wind mute witness to the creeking rotting supports which will one day break beneath the bells silent weight and allow the unsung bell a final death knell DEFYING GRAVITY (amongst other things) It’s quite a simple thing to do just between gravity And you. Natural laws are binding? Then, answer this. Say’s who? It’s just a bit like singing, Catching that single perfect tone. take the law and ditch it and draft one of your own. No wings of wax like Icarus nor fear of mortal jeer or gloat Release the ties of mind and man Who says that you won’t float?

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