Frank Hornby .

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City: Liverpool
School: Comprehensive
Hobby: poetry...drawing/painting
Degree: GCSE (ULCI)..
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Casey Allin commented on Frank Hornby .'s poem, The Shadow of Death.. on Apr 02, 2024 at 4:18pm.
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Frank Hornby . commented on Oct 06, 2021 at 6:03am :
Hi Keith...you Yorkshire people are real tough cookies mate!...sounds like you've been through the "grinder"....and you've come out stronger....keep battling mate!...yeah my heads full of personal memories Keith...I get rid of my demons through poetry...it works for me....hahaha..you keep writing your poems lar...it won't be too long before you catch up!...thanks for getting in touch mate...and keep writing...all the best...Frank.
Keith Jepson commented on Oct 05, 2021 at 3:44pm :
Hi Frank... less than ten is a minus to me, I got over skin cancer, Prostate cancer, a year ago I had a full rib resection (osteosarcoma) and now this... but I carry on. By the way, I have a lot of poems to write to catch thee up lad I will get around to reading them :)
Frank Hornby . commented on Jan 06, 2020 at 9:23am :
Hi Cecilia....the fire reports coming from Australia are really frightening.....especially from the Sydney area....I hope you are not suffering in any way.....all the best to you and your family for the coming year...Frank, (Liverpool).....

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ENQUIRE WITHIN......

poem by Frank Hornby .

"Just ask me some personal questions..come on, ask something solely about me, make me feel that you're really interested, I will answer any question with glee. Don't you want to know anything about me?..make me feel that you care, ... Read more

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GEMSTONE...

poem by Frank Hornby .

"When I look into my Opals eyes, the pure love that comes shining out, is something she just can't disguise. Every time that my Opal smiles, she fills me with so much joy, I've loved my Opal for so very long, ever since I was j... Read more

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Fly the Flag....

poem by Frank Hornby .

"This wonderful little island of ours,people once called it Great, But now it's starting to submerge, because it's getting so overweight! Thousands of immigrants are flooding our shore, it seems like the whole world is invited, su... Read more

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Just an old photo...

poem by Frank Hornby .

"I've lived most of my life, being a loving family man, and I've tried to do for my loved ones, the very best that I can. Quality time spent with my children, was so important in my life, and I've tried most of all, to be good to m... Read more

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Think!.....

poem by Frank Hornby .

"Before you squeeze that trigger,....Stop! Think twice! before you maim, and disfigure, no! It's not worth the price. To snuff out a life, hiding behind a cowards hood, living with murderers hands, cursed with a dead mans blood. ... Read more

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My First Job..

poem by Frank Hornby .

"I'd only left school one week, before me mum found me a job, labouring in a Kirkby wood factory, earning myself a few bob. Four pounds, ten shillings after tax it would be, two pounds ten to 'me ma,' what was left, was for me! I ... Read more

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I'll Cry Instead....

poem by Frank Hornby .

"Daddy you left me! there was nothing I could do, too young to know the truth, but I was so angry with you. Mummy you left me! But it wasn't your fault, he said that he never seen you, sadly his car didn't halt. Auntie you loved m... Read more

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Hatred..

poem by Frank Hornby .

"Was I really such a bad lad, when I was a young boy aged ten, because, why would my step-dad give me a brutal beating? time, and time again. Off would come the buckled belt, from around his denim pants, I was only a young, skinny ... Read more

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Mum, and Dad....

poem by Frank Hornby .

"I want our lives to be a lovely memory, that our children can recall, the laughs, the fun we lovingly shared, I want them to remember it all. With the opening of presents at Christmas time, and the screams of joy at play, to t... Read more

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Red Blood Brother...

poem by Frank Hornby .

"I have a serious problem, with my young grandsons, Charlie, and Joe, how am I going to solve it? I really do not know. When they come to visit me, I want to bang their heads, because I'm a true blue Evertonian, and they suppo... Read more

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Forget me not....

poem by Frank Hornby .

"Please don't forget me," I was once part of your life. Mary, my lovely, faithful, beautiful wife. "Please don't forget me," hold my memory deep in your heart, I want to stay eternally in your soul, I always want to be a part. "Pl... Read more

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Primary School...

poem by Frank Hornby .

"I'd love to be back in primary school, just to play in the schoolyard, and again act the fool, living my days without a care, often getting stuck up a tree because of a dare. Running dangerously along a back entry wall, no it ne... Read more

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Chamomile....

poem by Frank Hornby .

"Again I collapse upon the grass, wearing a happy contented smile, my nostrils are filled with the aroma of the calming chamomile, after playing for hours, finally the football game ends, my life is just perfect, enjoying these ga... Read more

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I Wish.....

poem by Frank Hornby .

"I wish that I could see you mum, for just a little while, I wish that I could hug you mum, and see your lovely smile. I want to put my arms around you mum, and pull you close to me, Oh mum, I really miss you, oh why did it have to... Read more

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A Message...

poem by Frank Hornby .

"Why do you want kill us?... Why do you want to maim? Do you want to destroy our culture?...Is that your evil aim? In the guise of Islam, what are your goals? Killing helpless people.... murdering innocent souls! There's one thing... Read more

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Suspicion....

poem by Frank Hornby .

"Look long, and hard at your neighbour, now carefully study their face, what is the reason they're here? Is this country, really their place? Are they plotting, and scheming, to inflict terror, and pain? In the name of a religion, ... Read more

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Life's decay..

poem by Frank Hornby .

"Wind playing with life's fallen leaves, howling through life's rotten eaves, Images of death.. imagination weaves." Read more

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Confession......

poem by Frank Hornby .

"Problems told, secrets unfold, Cleanses the soul." Read more

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BORN A BLUE.....

poem by Frank Hornby .

"Why are we Evertonians dad? Why was I born a Blue?" It was down to Mother Nature son, there was nothing we could do! Just like our granddads before us lad, we can't help it, it's in our genes, and as you gradually get older son, y... Read more

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An Eye for An Eye...

poem by Frank Hornby .

"Why lock up a killer? Tell me, what is the use? Get rid of pure evil, let's bring back ..the noose. Just show a callous killer, that an "eye for an eye," means, if you murder someone, you, yourself are going to die! Only jail... Read more

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Time To Get Tough...

poem by Frank Hornby .

"I remember boyhood games, like "kick the can," we never thought of, "happy slapping," or beating up an old man. We played endless hours of football, or "alallio," in the street, we never dreamed of going out, "mugging," or fin... Read more

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The Point of no r...

poem by Frank Hornby .

"Would it truly be good, to go back, and relive my life? would i want to return to some heartaches, and strife...is it really a wish to start all over again?.. Or should the past stay the past?..where it shall forever remain...Would ... Read more

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The Beautiful Gam...

poem by Frank Hornby .

"Eagerly sitting by the touch line, every Saturday morning is the same, proudly watching his young grandson play football, he never misses a single game! Just enjoying all the lads playing football at grass roots, reminds him of ... Read more

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A Beautiful Memor...

poem by Frank Hornby .

"If I close my eyes slowly, let my thoughts gently drift, I recall a special couple, and my aching heart gets a lift, my Auntie Alice, and Uncle LoL, forever you will be, my second Mum, my Father figure, and such a beautiful me... Read more

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Crime doesn't pay...

story by Frank Hornby .

"It was my first, and only mistake, I'd seen it coming but just couldn't stop myself. How careless, and stupid of me!...and being found guilty I had to accept the rules, and unavoidable punishment, which was a spell in jail...... Whi... Read more