Bøker av Ben Robinson

Based on the hit BBC 5Live podcast series, The Trillion Dollar Conman is an audacious tale of an international fraud that is stranger than fiction. In 2009, Notts County FC were on the brink of bankruptcy when they were taken over by a mysterious company supposedly backed by the Bahraini royal family. The club was promised millions of pounds worth of investment and a list of marquee players, including Sol Campbell and Kasper Schmeichel were signed, in a recruitment drive led by former England manager Sven-Göran Eriksson, who was appointed to take the club all the way to the Premier League. However, within weeks, as the bills began to pile up, the dream came tumbling down as it transpired that the club, the players and the fans had been tricked by a convicted fraudster called Russell King. The world's oldest professional football club found itself at the centre of one of the most outlandish frauds in sporting and world history, which spanned the globe from Nottingham to North Korea, involving fake sheikhs, fast cars, broken promises and a trail of destruction.

Heaven in their eyes is my book of poetry.

A steady heart is my 23rd book of poetry. It includes the poem Yet another day. Yet another day, another life, a change, and short of strife, in the evening with a love of mine, and a song, and dancing in the moonlight, in the bright lights, whirling left and right, with happiness in our eyes, and me out of time, two left feet me but you don't mind, you just laugh and smile and giggle, and we enjoy our time, and I admire your style, but yours is far more elegant than mine, and we dance the night away, with me mesmerised by your style, and the magic feet that you seem to have, and how fast time goes, in our happy throes, on the dance floor amongst the palm trees, in the heat of the night, between plenty of drinks, and we dance to our delights until the sun rises, and we fall happily into bed, and smile all through our dreams, still dancing in our sleep probably, and still happy f

Somewhere in my mind is my book of poetry.

At the silence is my fourteenth book of poetry. This is the paperback version.

Magical is my thirtieth book of poetry. It includes the poem Wine. Wine, a glass of wine, and then another in the evening time, as I bemoan the loss of you, an ex-love of mine to a friend of mine, and what a time to unwind, with a good friend and patient company, and I try not to cry, I try not to cry, but such is life, and I wish I knew why, but love is a devil, and it has bedevilled me, far too many times, and this is the end of time, the ending of time for us, the ending of our relationship, but I wish I knew why, and here, I am alone with, bemoaning the loss of you, to a friend of mine, with a glass of wine, oh, teardrops and wine, and the aftermath of love, the decimation of love, the shattered heart, a broken dream, a thought, that makes you want to scream, oh, the pain that cuts you open, as you reflect on what went down, and here I sit, with your patience, as I go over, the brutality of love, the devilry, that beguiles me so easily, and that so easily breaks your mind, with a

Gun control is my book of poetry. It features the poem Hold on. Hold on, hold on for we won't be long, for this time is ours, and we have all the time that we could ever want, from the dawning of the day and the rising of the sun, and from the fall of the night, and the setting of the stars in the heavens, we have all the time, all the time to become, all the time to become whatever we wish to be, and all the time to do and see, and all the time to be whoever we want, and wherever we want to be because we are free, free to be us, and free to explore the world with our sentience, and in the beauty of life, how vision inspires and stimulates our minds, and in the colours of life how we revel in them, and how they fill our hearts by pouring into our eyes, and how they lift us up with each vision, and how beautifully and wonderful, each complex creation is before us that fills us inside, with such wonderment and fascination and desire, the desire to explore more and more, and rarely, rarely are we left with sighs, for the world is endless and boundless, with so many things to learn, and so many things to describe, and how great the world is, how great it is with its beauty, and its humanity that lays always before our eyes, yes, how great it is and how great the time, the time that we spend admiring and exploring, and walking and wondering, and touching and seeing and tasting, oh, how incredible it is, that all our senses have evolved so much, to be able to express ourselves, and this world that we live in, this heaven upon the Earth, this beautiful jewel in our galaxy, how precious it is, for there is nothing more precious, than this most incredible beauty before our eyes, and it is a blessing, a glorious blessing, a blessing that takes all the languages in the world, a

Havoc and destruction is my twenty fifth book of poetry, this is the paperback version. It includes the poem Angels wings. On angels' wings, she lifts me up as she sings, my love, my love who stands before me, and it is as if a dream, with her voice a honey covered sweet, glorious thing, that stirs my soul, and oh, how her voice it does beguile me, and how it does so mesmerise, and wake me, as if the sun in the morning light, oh, my love, and oh, the songs that she sings, and what wonder she brings, and such magic, and light, light so bright in the reflections of my eyes, as she sings to me so gloriously, and she lifts me up with her joyful delights, and as she does, with all the notes that she sings, and all the songs that to me from her heart she brings, heaven is before me and in my eyes, with songs that inspire my heart, and as I listen, how I rise, how I rise up out of the darkness and into light, rejuvenated, fascinated, and captivated, as if she had brought heaven

Cold day in October is my third book of poetry. It includes the poem To no avail: To no avail did you travail, in the wind and the rain, and the snow that did prevail, for you wanted to go here and there, but the weather, the weather it did not play fair, and you lost your way far from home, for to seek company you did roam, and to no avail you did travail, and you failed on your quest, because the weather it knew best, and to no avail you did travail the trails alone, only to find shelter in defeat, and far from friends, friends that you know, and the weather and its bitterness was determined, determined to keep you from thei

We were human once is my second book of poetry.

An empty glass is my fifteenth book of poetry. It features the poem Down and out. Down and out, in the middle of town, down and out in the rainswept streets, down and out with barely anything waterproof at all, down and out with, no shelter, no warmth, drunk, high on something, with hungry eyes, and with barely any friends, and with friends, and with barely any or no family at all, and in the snow, freezing, suffering, and shivering, in the sun and in the heat, trying to stay safe, and being attacked, down and out amongst the fights, and the arguments and the screaming, and the anger and the frustration and the rage, with the anxiety and the tears, and struggling to exist with barely anything to drink, and with barely any food at all, down and out with barely anyone to listen, down and out and relying on charity and charities, and out in the rain and on a daily basis, going through them all, going through all these situations, part of the daily struggle to exist and to survive, not much fun at all, not much fun at all, and it should not be happening at all, it should not be happening at all, but it does, and it is a continual war, a continual war upon the mind, a continual war upon the body and the soul, and it is terrible shame, when people suffer for no reason at all, and in the twenty first century this should not happen at all, it should not happen at all, because we have enough for all, we have countless empty houses, and surplus food, and there is no reason for homelessness, and suffering to exist whatsoever, and shouldn't we, we as s

Alright is my 22nd book of poetry. It contains the poem Heart. Butterflies inside, with smiles upon faces, and happy eyes shining so bright, shining so magnificently with delight, glorious delight and intense wonder and surprise, what a joy love it is, with a full heart, a heart that is full, full of love and joy anew, oh, the eyes how they do sparkle with a love so true, and the tenderness of a likeminded soul who loves you, and how greatly the heart is moved, by such great passion of new love, that so happily comes to you, and oh, what a joy it is, a full heart, a heart that is full, full of love and joy anew, a phoenix from out of the ashes of old loves passed, a bright spark that explodes in your heart and into flames, oh, love and its beauty, it is a miracle that astounds you, a miracle that is so complex but joyous, and happily, hard to explain, yes, love, a delight that from out of nowhere, so suddenly in its surprise does take hold on your soul, and does spark the imagination, and the passions inside as it does radiates inside you, with such power that overwhelms the senses, with waves of joy and in glorious refrain.Oh, love, what a wonderful feeling it is, with its magic and its majesty, its sensations and its emotions, as new love it gloriously fills you, with excitement and fascination, and happiness returns, as love so welcom

How the heart is, is my twenty seventh book of poetry. This is the paperback version.

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