Lonesomeness and loneliness, I search for them with vigor. I cry because my dreams seem lost In dreamin’, not in livin’. I hope for dreams without dreaming And cannot seem to find them. For truths I look always in books; Not always do they hide there. Sure, books have truths, but so do youths And Read More …
Category: Poetry
Here are many of the poems I have written throughout my life, dating back to high school, so beware. As a poet, I’ve been pretty sporadic over the years, going through periods of high productivity when I was very young, to occasional bursts in midlife and very occasional drips as I’ve gotten older. I’ve found that the drips of my later years are far more appealing than the bursts (sometimes outbursts) of my youth, so I came to an accommodation. Instead of presenting everything here, I went by a standard of “that which is at least forgivable.” There is much in my moldering files, I’ve discovered, that is not. I’m sure you’ll find some of the work pretty engaging. Whether in the process of cataloging my expressions and impressions from across the years, I have weeded out all that indeed is unforgivable I, with some trepidation, leave for you to decide.
About My Poetry
As a poet, I’ve been pretty sporadic over the years, going through periods of high productivity when I was very young, to occasional bursts in midlife and very occasional drips as I’ve gotten older. In building this website, I’d intended to include most of the poetry I have ever written. My recollection was that the Read More …
War Poem
Let’s say God came down to knock upon Heart’s door And asks, “My friend,” if yet you now have had enough of War. And you reply, “Of course, Dear God, but why come you to me?” And It says, “As you’ve always known, it starts and ends with thee.” And now where turn your face for warmth, Read More …
Poem for Patty
For Patty I, insufficient, like the world which strains to share your warmth to contain the heat of your spirit (which gives you your strongness), love, incalculable, like the undulating flame that lifts and dances mirthfully in the winds of your passion, creativity and warmth, you, everlasting, like the stalwart soul steering always Read More …
Bold Love
I would not be so bold to paint my love As if there could a palette infinite Be, or colors bright, rich or deep enough To something more than base approximate. Nor could I stoop to notes or song or phrase Or sculpture, all just variants of sand That marks with airborne brush strokes sifted Read More …
Drowning
Cliché or no, I drowning, swim fight for breath drowning ache drowning swim drowning and dream of land and boats so many boats all mine and free breath sweet and lungs so full drowning swim on drowning swim on ache swim dream drowning but not drowned yet.
Britney’s Belly
I want to touch Britney’s belly. I do. And trace the curve of her hips. I have no interest in her voice; My ears tilt elsewhere given the choice. But, ah, just with light fingertips I want to touch Britney’s belly. I do. I want to touch Britney’s belly. Don’t you? — Circa Read More …
A Different Air
(Apologies to Hermann Hesse) “Come out now, sweet love, and play. Let us laugh away the day.” “No, my love, I cannot come. Within my breast my joy’s entombed.” “Pleasure surely isn’t dead. Come and lie with me in bed.” “My repose lives within me. The soul gives immortality. Truth and honor can I find Read More …
What Flickers Now
A door swings open, Here I stand, Gray face behind flowers, Candy in hand. As you look at me, What do you see? Does the simmering light I’ve buried glow? Or can’t it penetrate the lead? Head bowed, I’m full Aware that dull Is the sheen on the fear-thicked coat I show. Could you Read More …
Winter’s gloaming
In the quiet of a room alone wrapped in a winter’s gloaming. I stare at yellow legal pad and fight a mental roaming. I’ve a song, this song, to sing. I at last an embryo stretch arms, legs, toes and fingers And find the shell’s sides once so close on far horizons linger. Such Read More …