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D.H. Lawrence Birthplace Museum


D.H. Lawrence

D.H. Lawrence was born at 8a Victoria Street, 1885, the first of the Lawrence family’s four Eastwood homes.

Things to see and do

Visits to the Birthplace Museum are by timed tours where you can:

  • learn about family life in the mining community which shaped Lawrence’s formative years
  • view rooms where the family lived
  • view personal items and some of Lawrence’s original watercolours

DH Lawrence Birthplace Museum: 8a Victoria Street, Eastwood

Book a timed tour of the Birthplace Museum to learn about family life in the mining community which shaped Lawrence’s formative years.

D H Lawrence’s Sons and Lovers, turns 100 this year

D H Lawrence’s

Sons and LoversAs the 100th anniversary of the first publication of DH Lawrence’s Sons and Lovers is celebrated this month, Blake Morrison, in an article for The Guardian, addresses the “recent dip in Lawrence’s critical standing”.

Although many have bemoaned the cuts Lawrence’s editor, Edward Garnett, made to the manuscript, caricaturing Garnett “as a middlebrow hack who brutally lopped away a tenth of the novel, prudishly censored its erotic passages, and forced Lawrence, in a huff, to take his next novel elsewhere”, Morrison says that Garnett did Lawrence a service. “None of the cuts Garnett made removed the hard veracity of Lawrence’s dialect words – a point in his favour, since other London editors would surely have done so.”

The only scene Morrison is sorry to see cut, is that of the character Paul trying on Clara’s stockings, which could be “a clue to his feminine side, perhaps, or closet transvestism, or masturbatory male heterosexuality, or, on a deeper level, his need to know what it feels like to be Clara”.

Morrison also addresses the feminist critique of Sons and Lovers as expressed by Kate Millett. He does not agree with her view of Lawrence endorsing Paul’s intellectual contempt of Clara. “Trust the tale, not the teller,” Morrison quotes Lawrence. According to Morrison, “the profusion of detail, the use of dialogue, the multiple viewpoints” in Sons and Lovers help the reader to derive more meaning from it than the characters or narrator offer.

Lastly, Morrison looks at Terry Eagleton’s reading of Sons and Lovers, who opined that Lawrence was “not just writing about the working class but writing his way out of it”. Morrison says that the realities of the working class are presented more clearly in Sons and Lovers than in any other novel of its time and, if Lawrence is writing his way out of it, that does not mean he is “dishonouring his caste”. Lawrence writes with insight, “without caricature or condescension”.

‘I tell you I’ve written a great book,” DH Lawrence informed his publisher Edward Garnett, after sending him the manuscript of Sons and Lovers in November 1912. “Read my novel – it’s a great novel.” Lawrence’s immodesty is forgivable: the book had been through four drafts, and after two years of struggle he was hugely relieved to have it finished. The sense of elation didn’t last long. He worried about the title (he had originally called the book “Paul Morel”). He worried whether it might benefit from a foreword (and belatedly posted one to Garnett). He worried about the dust jacket, and arranged for a friend, Ernest Collings, to design one (like the foreword, it wasn’t used). Beneath these worries lay a deeper worry, about the text itself: “I am a great admirer of my own stuff while it’s new, but after a while I’m not so gone on it,” he admitted. He was already on to the next thing (a draft of what would become The Rainbow), and had “scarcely the patience” to correct the proofs. But he was proud when a finished copy reached him in Italy. And the word he used to Garnett recurred, in letters to friends. “It is quite a great novel”; “I remember you telling me, at the beginning, it would be great. I think it is so.”

Lawrence was right. Sons and Lovers is a great novel. A century of readers have reached for the same adjective. FR Leavis did, when he enrolled Lawrence in the “great tradition” of the English novel, comprising Jane Austen, George Eliot, Henry James and Joseph Conrad. And Philip Larkin did so, too, describing Lawrence as “England’s greatest novelist” and Sons and Lovers as his finest achievement: “Cock me! Nearly every page of it is absolutely perfect.” The perfection wasn’t apparent to those close to Lawrence at the time, including his childhood sweetheart Jessie Chambers, his editor Garnett, and his wife-to-be Frieda, all of whom suggested improvements and left their mark on the finished text. But the reviews were good, and 100 years later the novel’s reputation holds up, despite the recent dip in Lawrence’s critical standing.

True Within My Soul


When I am alone
Blue skies, in autumn
I delight in the splendour

I can discard the hate
That swells around me
When people wreak allowances
Coursing through their veins
In a supported fashion of

Back here I lay my body on the natural earth
And feel the fabric of my existence
Envelop me with little regard of self worth
Only the Grace of no resistance
Eyes searching the brilliance of a sky
Pleasure in the chaos of human kind
Losing its way; a struggle that will not defy
This languorous journey in my free mind

Walking on the street
I would hear laughter
We realize that man
Builds up an ego to
Imaginings of a certain love thought alone
At risk
If only for a moment of hateful spite

Yet this quiet brisk windswept fall whence
I will realize the quest of God’s nature
To allow my soul to rest in the earth with confidence
Knowing I can be so happy and free to be sure

The pattern of life begins with every new sunrise
Knowing only our beauty of love will be the wise

Thom Amundsen

Rudyard Kipling’s inspirational poem – ‘ IF YOUR FAVOURITE POEM


Rudyard Kipling’s (1865-1936) inspirational poem ‘If’ first appeared in his collection ‘Rewards and Fairies’ in 1909. The poem ‘If’ is inspirational, motivational, and a set of rules for ‘grown-up’ living. Kipling’s ‘If’ contains mottos and maxims for life, and the poem is also a blueprint for personal integrity, behaviour and self-development. ‘If’ is perhaps even more relevant today than when Kipling wrote it, as an ethos and a personal philosophy. Lines from Kipling’s ‘If’ appear over the player’s entrance to Wimbledon’s Centre Court – a poignant reflection of the poem’s timeless and inspiring quality.

The beauty and elegance of ‘If’ contrasts starkly with Rudyard Kipling’s largely tragic and unhappy life. He was starved of love and attention and sent away by his parents; beaten and abused by his foster mother; and a failure at a public school which sought to develop qualities that were completely alien to Kipling. In later life the deaths of two of his children also affected Kipling deeply.

Rudyard Kipling achieved fame quickly, based initially on his first stories and poems written in India (he returned there after College), and his great popularity with the British public continued despite subsequent critical reaction to some of his more conservative work, and critical opinion in later years that his poetry was superficial and lacking in depth of meaning.

Significantly, Kipling turned down many honours offered to him including a knighthood, Poet Laureate and the Order of Merit, but in 1907 he accepted the Nobel Prize for Literature. Kipling’s wide popular appeal survives through other works, notably The Jungle Book (1894) the novel, Kim (1901), and Just So Stories (1902).

Kipling is said to have written the poem ‘If’ with Dr Leander Starr Jameson in mind, who led about five-hundred of his countrymen in a failed raid against the Boers, in southern Africa. The ‘Jameson Raid’ was later considered a major factor in starting the Boer War (1899-1902).

Kipling is said to have written the poem ‘If’ with Dr Leander Starr Jameson in mind, who led about five-hundred of his countrymen in a failed raid against the Boers, in southern Africa. The ‘Jameson Raid’ was later considered a major factor in starting the Boer War (1899-1902).


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son! 

Rudyard Kipling



Halloween Shopping List

 Makes it easy to remember everything you need to shop for this Halloween

Spooktacular Supplies
Dinner Plates
Dessert Plates
Hot and Cold Cups
Plastic Cutlery
Table Cover
Punch bowl or Pitcher
Party Tub
Serving Trays
Cookie Cutters
Candy Dishes
Goody BagsHalloween Costumes
Snazaroo Makeup
Pet Costumes
Kids Costumes
Trick-or-Treat Bags 
Festive Foods
Alcoholic Beverages
Non-Alcoholic Beverages
Main Course
Apples for Bobbing
Trick-or-Treat Candy
FUN SnacksHalloween Projects
Pumpkin Carving Kit
BOO-tiful Decorations
Hanging Ghosts
Spider Webbing
Plastic Skulls
Plastic Pails (Cauldron, Frankenstein)
Halloween Scene Setters
FUN Signs
Party Streamers
Fog Machine
Halloween Music
Jack-O-Lantern Carving KitOdds ‘n’ Ends
Costume Contest Prizes
Cameras to Capture the FUN!



How to stay safe this Halloween

Halloween is a frighteningly fun time for children of all ages, but before you send your kids out trick or treating around the neighbourhood, consider a few safety tips:

Before Halloween:

Teach your children how to safely cross the road. This is vital whether they are trick or treating with or without you — it’s an important life skill. Practice stopping at the curb, looking both ways twice, and listening for approaching vehicles. Children should cross at intersections when able, to increase visibility of both pedestrians and drivers.

Choose bright costumes that will be visible from a distance and at night. Also make sure to check the length of the costume so your child doesn’t trip over it.

If possible, try to use makeup instead of a mask on Halloween. Masks can reduce your child’s vision and interfere with their breathing. If you do choose a mask, have your child try it on and practise moving around the house.

If your child’s costume includes a weapon, make sure it is soft and flexible and will not cause damage if flung around as you know is going to happen.

When it comes time to carve pumpkins, never give your child the knife. Instead, have your child draw with marker on the pumpkin the face they would like to see. An adult should always be the one doing the carving.

On Halloween:

If you are health-conscious or would like to provide a healthier alternative to the regular Halloween treats, try giving away stickers, pencils, sugar-free gum, glow sticks, or bracelets.

If you are giving away any nut products, make sure they are adequately packaged to avoid any allergic reactions.

Children under the age of 10 should be accompanied trick or treating by an adult or an older, responsible child.

Stay on the sidewalk or, if there is no sidewalk, as close to the side of the road as possible. When walking on the road make sure you are facing traffic and that your child is walking and not running.

If your child feels he or she is too old to trick or treat with a parent but you feel they are not ready to go alone, compromise and walk a distance behind your child.

Warn your child never to go into a stranger’s car or house. This may seem obvious and is a rule they hear countless times over the year, but it is easy to get over-excited on Halloween and forget some of the rules — even the most important ones.

Stay in well-lit areas and only go to houses that have their outside lights on.

Stay away from candles or other flames — costumes can be very flammable!

Trick or treat all along one side of the road before crossing to the other side — never zig-zag from one side to the other.

If older children are going by themselves, make sure that they are travelling in a group and have flashlights. In this circumstance it may not be a bad idea to bend the rules and lend your child a cellphone for the night if he or she is mature enough.

Start trick or treating early. The earlier you start the earlier you can get home — it is a school night after all.

After Halloween:

Carefully examine all the treats your child has brought home. Unwrapped candy should be thrown out. Any candy with wrappers that are ripped or damaged in any way should also be discarded.

Check toys for small or broken parts. Only children older than three should be given toys with small parts because of the choking hazard they present.

Children with diabetes should be allowed to keep potato chips, peanuts, and sugar-free gum. An alternative to trick or treating for children with diabetes, or children who may not be comfortable trick or treating, is to stay home in costume and give out treats to all the trick or treaters. This can actually be more fun as they get to stay warm and see all the fun costumes!

THE MEANING OF IT ALL – Promote Yourself


When the light
shines on you just right
i can see our sailing souls on this ship
everything else is dark, but our emotions stay lit
as you walk through my emotional shores i see your foot prints


Directly to my soul on any given weekday or weekend
you’re leisure time during the evening
i’m full of substance, yet you make me feel weakened
no words needed to be spoken
cause this isn’t a game ; so there are no tokens
my doors are normally closed , but for you it’s open


I wish i would of never allowed you in
to my ocean with no life vest to swim
i put all my thoughts & feelings on the line
knowing that my passion towards you means everything


Shown me confidence & how it feels to win
& i show you the simplicity of love minus the burden
with nothing else to be heard
cause you’re the space between my words
seduction & action to all my verbs


You there is no you vs them
even if my ink pen
has gone dry these feelings will never reach an END


The Pardon – Promote Yourself


My dog lay dead five days without a grave
In the thick of summer, hid in a clump of pine
And a jungle of grass and honeysuckle-vine.
I who had loved him while he kept alive

Went only close enough to where he was
To sniff the heavy honeysuckle-smell
Twined with another odor heavier still
And hear the flies’ intolerable buzz.

Well, I was ten and very much afraid.
In my kind world the dead were out of range
And I could not forgive the sad or strange
In beast or man. My father took the spade

And buried him. Last night I saw the grass
Slowly divide (it was the same scene
But now it glowed a fierce and mortal green)
And saw the dog emerging. I confess

I felt afraid again, but still he came
In the carnal sun, clothed in a hymn of flies,
And death was breeding in his lively eyes.
I started in to cry and call his name,

Asking forgiveness of his tongueless head.
. . . I dreamt the past was never past redeeming:
But whether this was false or honest dreaming
I beg death’s pardon now. And mourn the dead.

Richard Wilbur

Forever and Always – Promote Yourself


Love, you captivate my thoughts.

You possess my beating heart.

No matter what, I’ll love you…

Till death set us apart.


I will love you when your door is open,

On your best of days.

And I’ll love you when your door is slammed,

Right before my face.


My worthless soul is chained to you,

You own every part of me.

And if you find someone else,

I’ll be waiting right here patiently.


Whether you like it, or whether you don’t,

I’ll be here forever and always.

You can hurt me all you want,

But my affection won’t be fazed.


No harsh words can change my love,

For it has made me deaf.

I shall remain faithful,

Even though you left.


I hope that you are happy,

And she treats you like a king.

I hope she cares for your every need,

And succeeds your wildest dreams.


But if she treats you badly,

Please do not let her stay….

You deserve the finest,

No matter what they say.


Love, you captivate my thoughts.

You posses my beating heart.

No matter what, I’ll love you…

Till death set us apart.


© 2013, Riley Willson

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What I’ve become – Promote Yourself



It’s easy to see why the women you’ve become
seems too much
when you’ve been through so much
Seldom sit with “content”
but in this overview all i can say is “What If”
my prowess would not be sufficient enough
but then again “what if”
Coy side would stop me short of
what could, something that i never understood
me being me is very complex
when it should be an easy role
Why long to be an audience
When you should always strive to be the main act
it’s ok if you stare long or look deep
because I’m me, i solicit all your needs
compassion attention; while giving you space when need be
Through your eyes while you speak
lost in all of what this life has made you see
but still intrigued on what could be part of me
May not beg for it
but i do long for it
teachings and blessing’s all of it
you inside of me
and me inside of you
lost in each others thoughts
with no monotony
just you having all of me
Back To feeling all alone
in the dark where its cold
on this stage
where i am enslaved
with the past deep down in a shallow grave
I have overcame
as Martin Luther king had to overcome
with no bullets and no guns
as my pen and paper moves like yarn being spun
I contemplate my beginnings and i come UNDONE
Who i am
is no different than what i’ve become
Lino Robles

TREE OF LOVE – Promote Yourself


First kiss up an oaken tree,
As we swung from branch to branch.
Boys who wrote notes
And hid them in my textbooks.
Holding hands ; laughing at a movie we hardly watched.
Unrequited love that they would never share,
But I would try anyway.
Big city, dark lights, a mini-skirt;
Only a brief encounter, lesson not learned.
Years of undefined relationships, leaving nothing.
Until I remembered that young girl sitting in the tree
And how little she wanted: only a kiss, a boy to call her own.
Decades later the woman has become all she could be
And all you will ever need.
She has challenges still to overcome ;
But you swear you do, too.
Forget the adult charades;
All that has passed before;
Only look at what we have.
Everyday a new adventure;
Every week a new discovery;
Cherished moments we have together;
Love, unqualified, until time is gone
And we return to love in its purist form.

Wendy Shreve

I AM LEGEND – Promote Yourself










Where do we begin
When you’re also my end
Day, night, am, pm, seconds
Weekday & the weekends


Destination can be shallow
That’s why true fulfillment can never be hallowed
I look at you with a smile & a coy laugh
Wishing you could be a camera; so with every touch you would just flash
All the lasting memories of the things I want to have


these thoughts believing in you always being my better half
i’m a man, but still like the touch of your hands
cause misery likes company & happiness loves temptation
& somewhere in the middle is our life’s celebration


why i live my life & let the others talk
i’ll be happy while they stand still & i walk
all that i’m saying is elementary & written on chalk
i just want to touch you till our lips lock


is the reason i comfort you with questions
you & i any suggestions
before i look you in the eye, is there anything else to mention
while i get ready to relieve any of your tension
i’ll only live once & you call my attention
others were your virus & just like the movie i am legend


Godefroy Dronsart :3 – Promote Yourself











No more brown coke with my fried bean to cup

No more binary synthetic harmony


No more processed elephant banter chit-chat

No more care for your surface black eye-rimmed eyeballs


No more menthol-laden ether tether dangling from the above sky


No more appointed love in appointed love-books


No more circumstance poetry


No more houses ogling at the bedroom windows of the other houses during ogling hours


No more labels for traumas under glass

No more silent time around exposed bodies

No more diagonal relief between heart beat-important patterns



(No more heart beat-important patterns)

No more time for addressing endings or give way to absence


No more impedance on the horizon

Hello !
My name is Godefroy Dronsart. I’m from France – and still living there for now. I was born in 1991. I have performed in London in the Poetry Cafe and in the Library bar in Islington regularly during Spring during an Erasmus exchange, then went back home and continued writing on a regular basis. I have been published in Poetry Weekly (a magazine now sadly dead and gone, but from its ashes might rise a new project, I am told …) and will be published in the Roehampton Student Anthology of 2013.
I enjoy poetry that takes twists and turns, and nothing delights me more than not understanding a line at first.

This can be found on my blog : (can this link be put at the end of the poem if it is published ? It would be great !) where I regularly share poetry with the world and reblog relevant articles about poetry found on other blogs.

Thanks for reading and for putting the Poetree blog in place !

Best wishes,


: EVERY TIME I WRITE – Promote Yourself


Every time i write you get a preview
it’s easy to say i want, but in reality i need you
sometimes i want to lay with you as you sleep
then whisper my name in your ears & watch you squirm in between the sheets


keep nourishing your feelings so plate me
no part of us in the menu includes maybe
cause i’m breakfast, lunch & dinner daily
food for thought you’re appreciated greatly


a whisper & a thought
cause honestly the true you i want to unlock
i just want to love you as i do myself
you & i combined will always equal oneself


will save her in my youth with a cape
& in old age with a cane
she will always have a place
in my heart, body & soul cause my brain is all yours
every time i write is for it to be appealing to you when i explore
your deepest thoughts of course


just want you to know; while others take you for granted
i’ll love you the way you’ve always wanted
& this is coming from the bottom
i fall, better yet fell for you before autumn
you may have not been looking for unconditional love, but in me you’ve found him

Lino Robles

A RARE FLOWER – Promote Yourself


Grrriiinnnggg! It’s morning.
I check the mirror and find myself set
Purposefully, I walk into the Garden where Adam once found himself alone
Taking a meditative stroll in the company of the early morning sun,
I see it
Either by coincidence or by Divine providence, I cannot tell
But it’s right there, in the far corner of the Garden
A young bud sprouting,
A rare species, a jewel in any man’s eyes,
So beautiful and natural,
Intoxicatingly delicate, the pick of them all.
Instantly, I’m in tune with it

Zzzuuuuppp! The Indian music in my ears stop and
I find out that I’m in a fix:
Do I leave it to nature, or do I protect it
from the many non-existent wandering predators of my imagination’s creation,
Who have no other agenda than devouring all in their paths.

For a while, I step back from the garden and withdraw into myself,
Only stepping out occassionally to discuss my plight
with the self-proclaimed elders in the perimeter of my consciousness

Yet, the familiar still small voice lovingly warns me
of all the dangers and perils of nipping a rare scion so soon.
Alas, my conceit captains the suggestions of the ‘know-alls’,
and they all urge me to follow my ‘seat of smartness’

I’m back in the Garden, and I tell my Self, ‘Fish out your bud’
I’m excited and carefully become a wee bit careless
However, with crude expertise, I cut it off,
from whence it knew as home.

I saddle myself
with the responsibility of fending for it.
It is resilient, and with a stubborn desire to survive.
It thrives, but only at its normal rate,
Not less, but I’d never know whether it could have been more

So, what was all my fuss about?
I commune with my heart,
during my pillow-talk at night.
And the intuitive, inner, inspirator interferes once more, saying,
‘The Father in His Nature wills the Perfect rather than the Permissive
for His own’

I wake up.

(Dedicated to Oluwayanmife Ilori, though it actually means more than that)

 by Tewogbola Promise

There’s this girl. – Promote Yourself


There’s this girl,
She has a dimple in her smile.
There’s this girl,
I’ve known her from a while.

She wears this stupid look,
She has a cute nose.
Have you seen those models?
She looks like one of those.

I could drown in her eyes,
Again and again.
She asks me what am I looking at?
And I can never explain.

There’s this girl,
She keeps coming in my dreams.
There’s this girl,

I have fallen for her it seems.Hi. My name is Jidvish, I am an Indian and I live in Mumbai. I came across your blog, and absolutely loved the idea. Kudos to you for that. Anyways, here is the poem I would like to submit.

My name is Jidvish but I also go by the name JD, it’s simpler. And my blog link is

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