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.

Smoke in My Eyes

So much pain can arise from missunderstanding. And in this case it was a silly mistake on my part that caused me so much misery....More

Sea Woman

The wind, the sea, and the wild lover. The wild wonderful things were said,/ As the clouds passed over the hill./ The sea is the mood of the wind and the sky,/ And I am waiting still./ Waiting alone for the things to be called,/ That were written upon your limbs....More

Sailing the Seas of Love

I passionately sailed the seas of love from birth. When more so than as an infant? When more so than when it seemed To lose my mother’s loving milk meant death? From that so frantic, […]...More

Robin

Robin is one of those poems that arose in me ready made, and expresses the joy of feeling loving. I saw a robin dancing, on a/ Branch of briar,/ Pouring out his heart in song,/ To a robin higher -/ All his body moving,/ Rhythmic to the song....More

Married

If we have really dared to love, then we must have felt, as I have that – Married we be, though no ring shows./ By all the things in me and thee -/ married we be....More

Partings

“Isn’t this a pretty shell On my bracelet? She said, as we stood close, Saying goodbye.” It was such a tender moments as I could see that she didn’t know what to say and so showed me her bracelet, just like a child....More

Red Negligee

Here is the story of how love can go in an awful direction, perhaps through miscommunication. She walked in from another room wearing only a tight one-piece silky red negligee. She had never worn anything like that before, so at first I didn’t understand its meaning. Then she moved in a way that w...More

Peace At That Touch

Delight is in the arms that hold me closer now. /Firm is the hand in mine,/ That long withheld its pleasure./ Peace at that touch, / It stills my tumbled longings. Peace at the presence that merges into me. ...More

Peace

Dear woman, I am at peace In my love For you. Striving neither To the right, Nor to the left. In stillness I watch the Flower Of love grow, Listening to the Voice of silence. […]...More

No Words

Here is an expression of the silly and yet meaningful feelings you experience when you have relaxed in to your love....More

Night Thoughts

Sometimes, when listening to music, I slip into another reality. It is a reality in which the music is a living expression of the musician. And here I really felt what the music was saying – the loss of a loved wife. The music was A Night Piece by Arthur Foote....More

Moonglow

This is the same sort of magic feeling mentioned in Midnight Sun. I tried to capture the thing that never quite happened when a man and a girl circle each other....More

Midnight Sun

Working as a photographic technician a young girl started hanging about outside my darkroom door. I eventually let her in, and kissed her and her lovely young breasts. But the crazy magic that then changes the way you see and experience things led to this poem....More

Love Past and Love to Come

It happens to me often with my lover that while I am close to them I seem to go beyond their particular face and person into that wonderful feeling that my particular lover is ALL women....More

Night

I have done things that hurt those I love. Yet even in such times there is often beauty. This poem is about getting up in the night while my wife slept, feeling soft touch of wings, and thinking of another distant love....More

In Every Moment

Love is everything if you watch or live it long enough. I was without and gained it and lost it. Then sometimes you reach beyond the boundaries of your previous knowing and see it all at the same time....More
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