John Cole may refer to:
John Cole (1758–1819) was an Anglican priest and academic administrator at the University of Oxford.
Cole was originally from Marazion in Cornwall, southwest England. He was educated at Exeter College, Oxford, where he gained a Master of Arts (1788), Bachelor of Divinity (1795) and Doctor of Divinity (1800).
In 1808, he was elected Rector of Exeter College, Oxford. While Rector at Exeter College, Cole was also Vice-Chancellor of Oxford University from 1810 until 1814. At the time of his death in 1819, Cole was Pro-Vice-Chancellor at Oxford University, Chaplain to his Royal Highness the Duke of Clarence, Rector of Yaverland in the Isle of Wight, and Vicar of Gulval in Cornwall.
His brother was Captain Sir Christopher Cole KCB (1770–1836), a Royal Navy officer.
John Cole is an architect from Northern Ireland, working in the Northern Ireland Civil Service.
John Cole is an architect based in Northern Ireland.
He retired in June 2013 from full time employment in the role of Deputy Secretary and Chief Estates Officer DHSSPS (2008-2013) having previously acted as Chief Executive Health Estates Agency (2003-2008). Across that time he was responsible for the oversight and implementation of in excess of £3 billion of capital expenditure covering the full range of health and social care facilities from major regional centres of excellence and new acute hospitals to community hospitals, mental health facilities and primary and community health buildings. He is currently Procurement Champion for the RIBA and was IMPACT assessor in REF2014.
He has been commissioned in 2013 to revise the DCAL Policy for Architecture and the Built Environment.
John Cole understands the link between the quality of designed environments and health. It has been part of his day-to-day practice throughout his career.
With mistletoe and candle green
To Halloween we go
Ten murdered oranges bled on board ship
Lends comedy to shame
The cattle graze bold uprightly
Seducing down the door
To saddle swords and meeting place
We have no place to go
Then wearily the footsteps worked
The hallelujah crowds
Too late but wait the long legged bait
Tripped uselessly around
Sebastopol Adrianapolis
The prayers of all combined
Take down the flags of ownership
The walls are falling down
A belt to hold
Columbus too, perimeters of nails
Perceived the Mamma's golden touch
Good neighbors were we all