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.

Forty Years

The only home I had ever felt ‘at home’ in was when I was with my children. Nowhere else felt the same to me. And it didn’t matter where they were. At home we laughed, Swapped favourite music, Held whoever was the baby, Wrestled, went for walk. We swam out to sea With me as a tug Pulling the o...More

The Flowing Smile

We are all made prisoner by our very culture. We are told over and over we are born as sinners, that we need leaders and priests to tell us what to do and what to think. Yet I am an ordinary man, without any wonders. Yet I know I am free and wonderful....More

Earth Wind and River

I have become so much in my life. I know I am the wind, the earth and the rivers. They are all part of my everyday life....More

Dwarf

I am a dwarf, Remembering the Long slow years of misery. Feeling again The countless moments Of exclusion. Living once more My desire to run away From ordinary people’s lives. From invitations To “come for walks.” Where gates are clambered over, Rugged hillsides climbed, Long miles rambled....More

Death Is the Loss

Several times in my life I have had extraordinary experiences of entering and exploring the world of death. This poem describes one of my most joyous....More

Chains of Fear

For the first time I stood facing the Light, But my hands were chained at the wrists, And I held them up to God, the Light, to be freed. It was then as if God said, ‘Tony, you hold up your arms to be freed, But you have never been chained – only by yourself.’ ...More

Brushstrokes

A brushstroke in a painting is an awesome thing. It cannot be separated from the whole without diminishing. It is through the brushstroke our life paints, however ordinary, that creates the world others share with us....More

Bringing Home The Shopping

The most common things have been with us for generations. And these most common things are filled with a mystery and wonder we may not sense. For the common actions of life have been repeated so many times they carry with us gifts of the past....More

Beyond

Sometimes I wonder if the very best of what I have lived might be like an affliction that you might catch. If so I wish I give could give you that wonderul illness....More

Alone

‘In the beginning’ you were there, unremembered. And remembering who and what you are is a long journey and a wondrous story. You were there beyond time, and moved into time and place. But take the journey for yourself, or read my view of it....More

Are You Still There?

Can you remember when you died? And how old you were? Perhaps you were Only two, And the climate was bad In your parents hearts. Or did you reach to ten, Maybe even thirteen Before you felt the Touch that kills The eagerness For life within you. ...More

The Air Raids 1940s

There are words we never allow oursleves to speak or hear – until we can stand in silence in front of that dark place within us. If we listen then we will hear the cries of our child self....More

Your Face

A woman’s face can change when she is loved. I have seen such changes on a woman’s face as she reached the depth of love . I have seen her eyes shine and strange words come out of her mouth. I know these things....More

Woman

I can sometimes sense things that people tell me I know about them. And here I try to descibe what I sense when I look into a woman’s soul....More

Wind to My Wings

I want you to know how wonderful it is to fly. Did you know that I have only just learned? My wings grew some years ago, And the great feathers have hardened As I have lifted into the air, Soared and climbed on winds of wonder, And airy rivers of expanding mind....More

Wild Thing

If you can dream dreams, dream when your eyes are open and yet still in that world of magic, then you will know this freedom. You will know what it is like to open great wings of longing and take flight like a wild thing....More
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