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.

DreamHawk

Listen and remember, For I am calling to you. But I have no mouth to form the words in your world. I exist beyond your body’s limitations. So I am always with you, yet seldom known. You and I meet under these difficult circumstances. Difficult because you have forgotten who I am, Even though it is...More

Calling Me

He told me one day that if I stood in the quietness that comes in the evening when the wind has dropped and the sun has warmed the earth, and if I listened, I would hear the whispers....More

Wild Pear Beach

Wild Pear Beach in North Devon is a magic place to be, with ancient legends attached to it. But this is about what I felt as I watched my young son and could see his promise....More

Why

People so want to connect with others, and yet there are massive walls that keep them apart. And very often I think that all that is need is for each person to reach across the gap....More

The Twin

At a certain period of my life I felt there was a lot of me that had never been born, and so it seemed like a shadowy twin....More

The Torture of Words

Although I have taught many people, being in front always seemed like a situation I wanted to be in, but at the same time wanted to escape from. A love and hate situation....More

The Plate

I was working with a writer as a writer. She was American and I British. So when she asked me if I was ready to stand at the plate I wasn’t sure what she meant....More

The Ant

Some things strike me as odd, or say things to me I do not understand. So this one tablet, and the one ant, caught my attention....More

Santhe

In the poem People, I mentioned that I found the answer in a baby reaching out to me. After twenty years I met that baby again as a young woman. But I didn’t know it untill we looked fully at each other, and again knew that wonder....More

Puddleworld

When we are children we have the most wonderful fancies. Unfortunately those fancies are often denied or we are told not to be stupid. Here is a childs fancy....More

People

At a time when I was very open and capable of exploring my depths and my heights, I called out to know what I had that was useful to others. And it was a strange journey, only to find the answer as a baby reached out to me....More

On the Death of my Mother’s Sister Cath

In praying for my aunt Cath, I faced a blank wall of no hope and no help. As I say – You are a false God, An ancient hope erected. And I turn from you Watching others cry That you are a faithful God. But my turning away is as difficult As the parting from my mother In my manhood And the death of ...More

More Eyes

I often watch people's reaction to each other. In a Welsh village I saw something so typical I have recorded it....More

Life and Death

When my father suddenly died without warning, I was on a bus home. There at a bus stop before where I needed to get off was my eldest son. He called me urgently off the bus and said, “Grandpa is dead.” I immediately started observing what I felt, and here is my experience of that day....More

Exhaustion

Sometimes, when working so hard physically to earn a crust, I felt exactly as I describe Dave to feel. What I felt that so lifted me was seeing my life overall instead of just the days toil and pain....More

Erica

Erica was a neighbour. I only had a couple of meaningful conversations with her, and this poem is build around one of them....More
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