The Poetry Pages

I have been writing poetry ever since I could write. My earliest attempts at this art form, thank god, are no longer to be found in the land of the living. Some of my offerings among these pages, however, do go back a long way. Many were penned in the early to mid 1970's. Yeah, I know, we were all dazed and confused. Others are very recent indeed. For me, poetry is the closest we can come to being able to express those sentiments that can only truly be described as spiritual in nature. It is the language of the heart and the mirror of the soul.

As such, poetry may be as close as we can get to the expression of truth in the world. Because all reality and all truth reside only in the heart. And the poet may be our most important asset, in terms of awakening us to those things that we must not neglect or forget. This may be especially true in the troubled times in which we live. That "voice in the wilderness" may be needed now more than it has ever been needed before.

Please don't think that this is a thinly veiled attempt to blow my own horn. I make no claim to fame regarding my ability or stature as a poet or a soothsayer. Rather, I would offer simpy and humbly the expressions from my own heart, the only truth that I know. It is no more and no less than what each of us might find in our own hearts, if only we could find the time to listen to the silence within.

The early days ('70's & '80's)

Losing game
Mirror tricks
Nightfall at Hall's Harbour
Night wish
On becoming a poet
One of those days
Puppy love
Spring rites
The lion's den revisited
The sunworshippers
Timepiece
Wild geese

More recent

A storm that's building
Cheerful again
Crystal princess
Dance of the devil
Dance with me naked
Even jack the Ripper
Ring around the moon
Saltwater footprints
Sense of wonder
Well of pain
When angels fly

Song Lyrics

I can't repent
Yours to keep

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