Lady Elizabeth Haslam, my appreciation of life.
Why I write poetry? When first asked why I write poetry, I wasn’t sure how to respond, but it soon became clear to me. In one word: passion. Anything that grips me and I feel strongly about.
Poet, Lyricist, Public Speaker, Radio Producer and Presenter
About Lady Elizabeth Haslam
Elizabeth Haslam has spent much of her life in the caring industries.
A State Registered Nurse, having worked also in industry.
Elizabeth founded The Michael Sieff Foundation a child protection charity in 1987 following the death of her husband Michael Sieff a profound believer in ethics and the intrinsic strength of the human spirit, his love of people and children knew no bounds.
After the death of her second husband Elizabeth decided to be based in Cyprus.
The Boy Who Wouldn’t was born in 2017, when it seemed there was much to be depressed about; predominantly wars and the plight of displaced people.
To cheer herself up The Boy Who Wouldn’t Stop Smiling was written.
Then just observing her grandsons and their friends were and remain a constant sauce of joy and inspiration.
Whilst in Cyprus, to her surprise and enormous pleasure she formulated and co-presented live, a current affairs programme.
Now she continues writing for children, more adventures of The Boy Who Wouldn’t and adventures of The Magic Mini and The Elf Tree which she hopes to publish in the near future.
May 6, 2019
The head of Police, Judiciary and The President too, Were told Pilipino women, had gone from view. It seems no enquires made, not even a few, […]
May 6, 2019
It was her aura, that drew me, across the room. Her purity of grace, shone from her young, beautiful face, Her Muslim head, in pale pink […]
April 16, 2019
Attacking the old, young, the sick and strong, It’s a deep depression, that goes on and on. Relentlessly it spreads, and savagely attacks; The cards for […]
April 15, 2019
Four white, mediocre middle-aged men, With no notable achievements, having been made. Their names in history will undoubtedly fade Having brought the country down into the […]
April 10, 2019
Listen to the pounding, of displaced persons feet. The world trembles to the beat, of invasion they won’t meet. It’s the destitute and fearful, who flee […]
April 10, 2019
We throw away diamonds, hiding in chards of broken dreams. Forgetting golden treasures, stacked up for all once seen. Pure endeavours, spirit of kindness, in memory […]
January 18, 2013
She was a young gazelle a wife to be; Her homeland a distant country far across the seas. Her countenance serious yet strong, skin dark as […]
July 17, 2012
The throng of half naked humanity Hug the shore playing volley ball. Others coquettishly posing, preening, like peacocks. To acquire admiration, I’ll be bound. I dream […]
January 16, 2013
The teacher is speaking gobbledegook, I am not following anything at all. My brain I feel, has been mauled. Her stern eyes smoulder into mine, Embarrassed […]
August 1, 2014
Felix runs so very fast If in competition, all the others would be last. He races towards the lake, fringed with swans ducks and geese His […]
January 17, 2015
Robin Redbreast from his cosy tree house home Gazed at the waning moon, seeing Santa in his sled, speeding home. Among the twinkling fading morning stars […]
December 9, 2012
“Its mine its mine” screams the child to another. “No it’s mine all mine”screams the other. “This country is mine all mine” screams the idiot child. […]