Peter Lay - Poetry Publications


Becoming Naked

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‘Becoming Naked’ is a poetical, serendipitous mix of feelings, memories, aspirations and dreams.


Still Tilting At Windmills

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A collection of poems, written in 2017/2018... . . . .

The Japanese poems are truly beautiful pieces, powerful, moving, and wonderfully written. I'm sat here drinking coffee and I'm lost for words....

~ Scott Cowley aka Rusty Goàt... . . . . .

Peter Lay’s words ‘…are spinning through my mind’. Sometimes beautiful… Sometimes weird… Always kind. An altered perspective… A modern-day Don Quixote...

~ Silas Marne... . . . . .

Book Cover Design: Jason Conway - thedaydreamacademy.com


Redbootsman

'Such Strange Philosophies' by Peter Lay

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I am pleased to announce the publication of, redbootsman ‘Such Strange Philosophies’. This is a collection of songs, poems and other writings covering a period from 1969 to 2015

Paperback version (ISBN: 9781786109255) available from Amazon.

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Thanks to, Steve Lambley (Photo), Sam Dixon (Bootprint), Calvin Williams (Ancient Vegan Proverb), Paul Kalis (Breathe, No Drill (extract), Josephine Lay (Coincidences, Your Face, April 2015)


Peter Lay - Biography

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The essence of living is the not living every moment thinking of the past or the future.

The essence of living is to enjoy each moment unchained to the past with no concern for the future.

It is not that you negate the past or never plan for the future but there are times when you should abandon yourself to the moment.

I’m like a Sybarite – my brain is hard-wired into my sensory perceptions.  Each touch of my fingers on the soft flesh of my love brings exquisite pleasure; the thrill of texture and smoothness; of moisture and movement, to caress – to be caressed, is happiness beyond compare.

This is my heaven and I want no more – immortality does not attract or concern me for I can not conceive of an existence without my body; without its senses, without taste, without art, music and love, and the perfumes of life and the richness derived from them.

Peter ~ Performer, Poet & Publisher


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