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.

Our Child

I felt something stir when her name was spoken. It was strange to feel it move upwards in me, released from some region I have not yet discovered. Its movements were gentle and explorative, and […]...More

Young Girl

Is that somebody crying outside in the wind?/ Some lonely person dying,/ Weeping because they sinned?/ No, it’s only a poor girl’s sobbing,/ Carried by the gale,/ Only a young girl,/ Lost in the lonely night,/ Limbs and feelings tired,/ With no strength left to fight....More

Yesterday

Here is another observation of a woman who stood before me naked. Not naked of clothes, but of her social face and being. It is always an amazing experiences to meet someone so fully....More

Wondering

After meeting several women in their forties or fifties I wrote this as a statement of what I had heard and observed....More

Waters of Life

And here I move beyond fantasy love and know the real feelings of a woman’s body after a long time without....More

Walking With Me

Another poem for the lost love who eventually came back. It was written before the loss, and was at a time when I had felt as if I would never, now in sixties, ever know love again....More

Tumbling

I guess this is another of my fantasy love poems....More

The Revelation

This was what I felt as I explored a dream about a woman who was fully and undeniable female. No painting beauty,/ Yet beautiful./ Full limbs with/ Swelling hips and breasts,/ Simply and wonderfully woman....More

The Princess

I had never loved anybody like this before – so sure of herself; so sure of what she wanted and sure she could get it. The way she moved and the ease with which her wishes could become realities was astonishing. ...More

The Kiss

I have kissed your lips and eyes,/ I have kissed your breast, my fair./ But the sweetest kiss of all,/ Was when you kissed my hand in prayer....More

The First Time

Though I had loved many women I had never, up to my sixtieth year, ever had sex with anyone except my wives – having married twice in those years. Then there was the first time I experienced sex outside of marriage. The first time was strange. There had been so many ideas about what it would mean,...More

The Elms

All I knew in my early years was how to bury any feelings of love. So this poem was an expression of my fantasy of love rather than the real thing. But the love I felt at that time was so real, and so buried, it made me ill. That illness made me swear to myself never to deny love again – though o...More

Echoes

This is another poem about the love I lost and came back to me after nine years, and is now so satisfying....More

The Cuckoo

I suppose I have had a very rich life in my feelings. The Cuckoo was about a young woman I met when I went to her house to collect some things. She was heavily pregnant with her first child, and very young. For some reason she clung to me I suppose as a support for her because I had fathered severa...More

The Bride

My marriage to Hyone was a precious thing,paid for with the misery of breaking up my family. I could see the joy Hyone got from our marriage, and yet I, or maybe we, somehow twisted it into something unsatisfying....More

That Place

One lovely summer a beautiful woman came into my arms. It was more wonderful than I could imagine. Then I lost her, and That Place tries to describe the loning to find her again. Though really it wasn’t single woman that I longed for, but the wonderful sense of being wanted, living alone for year...More
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