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I like to think thatthere's a languagewhich is unspoken, unwrittenexcepton rare occasions when a poetputs two words together orsometimes evena whole..

Youwrote a poemI read itwhile I read itI was youI feel goodthanks

I loved your stories of the old times -the endless journeys of the band bus,Judy with her black-eyed girl,the first action at each hotelthe drawer..

The veterans of the last timedie off one by onewith a smileand bitter memoriesand pridebut which those others had no chanceto find within..

He's just won the tennis match;walks up to the net,shakes hands with his opponentbut his eyes don't follownow they're off to the umpire's chair;he..

so here I am, sitting here, as I write to you,half of me thinking about poetry and everything,half of me thinking, time to shut down the PC,you're..

Marc – remember splashing through the waves,and walking barefoot in the sand, so finebetween the toes? And how the breeze, that day,caressed your..

It's said that every species in the worlddisplays one gift beyond the scope of Man;how dangerous the skies - to men and birds -how soiled the air, if..

When two or threewire coathangersare gathered togetheranger arises.By day, they hang outdemurely, side by side.By night they couple closetedin..

I should be writing a poemabout those small wisps of white cloudmoving unusually fast across a blue blue skyon their way to somewhere elseas if..

Hey, Self - how do I know that you exist?Or are you just a word - a useful termfor what we hope our real nature is,those things about us which we're..

You…leave…the…Pennsylvania classroom at aquarter to four..leaving all your Bio. notesfor checking, at the door…With exquisite timing, a Pennsylvania..

In the spirit of the seasonI'm working on a big-hearted,multi-faith, inter-faith, lack-of-faithreligiously correct yet thinking outside the box (6 x..

We have a 'past'...however, now, not true;since only in the present is true life;and yet, the heart may sometimes deeply ruesome past event, or..

It's unexpectedly mild this early Spring eveningand I take my glass of beer, cold in the hand,and slide the patio door open and step out for the..

So if it makes you feel great,OK, go ahead -as long as you're making yourself more attractivefor me, not your next husband...OK, look like Anne..

Simplest prayer, soonest answered,so it’s said; so let us be as little children(themselves an answered prayer..?)and ask the simplest questions -how?..

With all the excitement of a Florentine writer around 1480who's just heard about the new invention of printingand has plans to use it bigtimeI'm..

The poet -by whom I meanan ordinary human being like you or mewho keeps a diaryof the mind and heartand then publishes itwith luckand maybe sells a..

Walking the narrow, stepped path that bendsthrough our local sub-tropical,magical landfall, full of strangeness,there it wasacross the path,brownish..

The poet's world and the philosopher'smay seem to be in aim, and truth of act,so different; the poet offers usfine dreams of heart; philosophy, fine..

It’s like an adult version of a parlour game, isn’t it?a sorta cross between a single-handed game of patienceand a crossword puzzle where the guy who..

Marcel Duchamp's urinalis overflowingwith the minds of criticsand needs emptyingupwards (for AJS)

'The British elections are not firing the voters,since they don't trust politicians any more...'cor stone the crows!as we used to say in the dayswhen..

The central aisle – more, an asphalted roadway –of Brompton Cemetery would be hard to beat.It’s no Forest Lawns, Pere Lachaise, but greatfor passing..