Poems

My poems have come from extraordinay passions. I suppose I am a passionate person. I cry, laugh, swear and feel pain and happiness all in the same breath. I find the life within me is hungry for experience in any form. So I have not avoided pain or the wonders of pleasure that have lifted me to the promised land. So here they all are – my poems – my life – my love in its may forms – and my visions of the highest.

God – I Ask

The realisation behind this short poem has been a guiding influence in shaping me into a person loved by others. So simple and yet it can lead beyond pains usually found in relationships....More

Round Four

Life is sometimes like a boxing match, in which you can get badly hurt. But this is about he crowd who see you and your blood: This is round four, And the bastard has hit me hard. I’m groggy on my feet And he is still coming at me. The crowd is wild. Is it blood they want to see?...More

Miracles

Such common things, We often fail to see them, Passing through them With a set jaw. Sitting at the bar In a dim room, Or filling our attention With the latest magazine And its perennial sex advice And horoscope....More

Letter to a Son

Letter to a son was wrung out of me as my growing awareness set in front of me the awful things I had done as a father....More

Japan

I couldn’t help feeling disgust and horror about what one nation can do to another. It led me to write this poem about Japan. It starts with: I couldn’t help seeing it When he stood before me. His soul I mean. There was a big scar On this Japanese man....More

Hologram

In reading this poem you have to treat it like a hologram. That is because the poem, seen in the right way includes everything....More

Gentleness

Love, through love, was brought into the world. Through love Life gave to us the loneliness love brings. The soul longs for what completes it. The world plunges the soul into incompleteness. We, so lost, run through life’s picture show longing for something wonderful. Longing – for those who fo...More

Freedom

On the stairs from my room, A wide window overlooks the village, And beyond that the sea. Passing on this warm day of radiant light I see a swarm of flies – trapped. For hours […]...More

Falling Away

Things fall away. Leaves fall from trees in the autumn, Which if taken in the summer Would have torn living tissues, And bleed....More

End Times

This must be the end times, When a nation manages to Give bodily form to Its grossest expression Of political and financial Manipulation and suppression; And then to release it On the very stage of the nation’s Decision making forums And world stage. ...More

Butterflies

I guess they are signs of change, Those butterflies in the wind. Who would think such fragility, Such anxious fluttering And felt frailty, Can, in the season, Fly miles in the thousands To find their needs? ...More

The Book of Life

It is so frustrating, to only ever see the part, The piece, the moment. I so long to see the whole, Not just this moment, Today, here, now. I am a pen in the Hand of Life....More

Another Kind of Beauty

It came upon me in my garden, As I stood one morning Drinking in the sweet beauty Of the flowers and herbs Flirting gently with the bees. Then, in the quiet place Of space and mind, I saw the autumn coming In the leaves, As death began to curl them....More

Angels in my Room

Suddenly there were two beings with me in my room. I could not see them with my eyes, But they were standing in my awareness, To my left, suspended above the bed Where I lay musing. Surprising, because I had not sought them. Frightening, because they were the living dead....More

Also Ran

I learned something too well at school Ever to forget the lesson. You get stars or a prize If you are top of the class. But, you know what – Out of twenty of more […]...More

Your Warmth

How warm the darkness, hiding all our faults, making us into voices, a warmth when near each other. Our fears are lost and found in the darkness, and I have done both, for you are […]...More
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