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.

Dimensions of Love

Love has the power to touch every part of your life – every part of your being. This poem is woven around this theme. No matter how brutal or beset with fear, love, if only for fleeting moments, reaches beyond oneself and includes. Your body and mine merge. You and I have extended beyond the narr...More

Cupboard Love

This was written for Brenda, my first wife. My love is like a cupboard,/ She is full of wonderful things/, Of memories,/ laughter and crying/ And gentleness that love brings. ...More

Blood Connections

This is about a deep well of misery I fell into when my woman was out with another man. Why do we do it do ourselves? Melting of the edge, the resistance. For this is the dangerous place, the life exchange. This is the meeting and the merging, the place of blood flow. The open petals, the secret flo...More

Black Power

Sometimes I haven’t got a bloody clue were the words of some poems come. So when it alighted on me I wrote: Well, slit my drawers,/ If it isn’t Henry,/ Standing up for me again/ Like a gentleman! ...More

Birthday Gifts

My next door neighbour had a birthday, and i bought her one of those tiny thing you can hold in the palm of your had – and whole orchestras of music can come out of it. Then she came and hugged me....More

You asked me if I am satisfied

Here was a question a lover asked me after making love....More

Alone with Love

In my aloneness, I said to my heart, “Can I ever find love again?” And my heart replied, “Love is not found like a lost purse Dropped by the wayside with treasure in it. Neither […]...More

The All American Girl

She wears a baseball cap, Tennis shoes and tight tan pants While she cleans her home. You know her face, You’ve seen her in the supermarket. But originally She came from Italy, Or was it […]...More

It Ain’t Your Love

The thing is, you don't own love - just like you don't own your life or your heartbeat. So get used to it....More

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