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Pain of Glass

First love

A pane of glass, a window made, My world blossomed looking through. A thousand memories I wouldn’t trade, Looking out of it and discovering you. In my mind I knew our fate, This girl next door and me. I knew my heart was just too late, And it would never...

My Table

From Morning Songs: Sitting at my table where I write each day

This table by the window where I writeand eat and watch the birds and squirrelsand pile my notebooks on and search the internet and sit with friendswho stop by for a chat and tea,its surface, once worn and stained,I sanded and refinished the other day, re...

My Table

From Morning Songs: Sitting at my table where I write each day

This table by the window where I writeand eat and watch the birds and squirrelsand pile my notebooks on and search the internet and sit with friendswho stop by for a chat and tea,its surface, once worn and stained,I sanded and refinished the other day, re...

A Look Beyond

Beyond the Horizon a Sliver Light

As the Moon begins to fade, I look beyond All of the memories that dwell in my mind I cannot say that many of these are fond Those I choose this day to leave behind Before there was darkness and despair This day is very different calm and light The Moon i...

The Swan

A tribute to Alan Ginsberg's poem 'Sunflower Sutra'.

  I walked along the banks of Loch Erne and sat down under the shadow of an Alder tree, to look at the sunset over Fermanagh mountains and islands and meditate. Jacques Jardel sat beside me on a fallen tree trunk, philosopher; we felt the same sadness of...

Celestial Battles

One celestial battle culminates

Celestial Battles Warmer days of summer gone, heat and light less potent. Fall time just fading memories,lives at their end. Passing winters equinox, air crisp, harder to breath. One celestial battle culminates,darkness gains victory. Light of day starts...

Rewind Time (Darkness)

Kind of a little dark.

Rewind time. I climb,The tree of life,Clambering,Longing to reach the top.I keep falling,Like Alice.Can't find my footing,Like Bambi.I keep crashing to rock bottom. Photographs frozen,Still memories,Of pain,Of good times,Of bad.Almost atop,But I slip agai...

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Lament of a great man

He was to me a man of many talents always as I grew

This is for my grandpa the greatest man I ever knew He was to me a man of many talents always as I grew He was not a man of large stature or even very tall The word willowy or sinewy describe him after all He was a man to all who ever knew A hard worker h...

Now and Then

thoughtlessness can have a longlasting effect

Now and Then. Judith swirled her glass of Chardonnay and raised her glass in a silent toast to herself. She knew that she had never given a better business presentation and she thoroughly deserved the multi-million pound order which today’s negotiations h...

I rode alone yet I was not aloneRiding with ghostsChildhood memories wanderingThe park, though todayNot memories of my past butOnes of a long ago warI think I am walking alone yet I am notFollowed by ghostsFrom a long ago pastStopping to listen to the sma...

Broken road wanderedIn my youth Rode past the other day Was tempted to wander again For old times sake Yet I kept on riding past Been past the old broken road many times before Why now do I want to wander again? What keeps me from gong down the old lane F...

Thankless it seems is everything

Thankless it seems is everything.........

The dreams that we saw Your sweet little flaws The laughter and the tears The silly magnified fears Thankless it seems is everything And the beginning and the end Endless Days together that we spent Thankless it seems is everything From morning till noon...

I sore

The once 'lived in walls' cave down and he moves on to new...yet one day while passing by........

While walking by my old homeA grain of sand fell in my eyeAnd as I looked at the crumbling wallsAnd trees growing out of theOnce ‘lived in’ hallsI tried to let the memories pass byAnd my hands moved to rub my eyesMy son asked ‘Isn’t that your old home dad...

An Old Man's Thoughts

How it used to be...

As a boy growing up I didn’t know any different. Do other families move as much? How many schools now? 10? 15? More? A kid once said to me his folks said we were white trash. I hit him. But I knew he was right. It is what it is. There is truth to the adag...