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In the seat opposite in the undergroundin the off-peak afternoon,neat shoes, nice legs, skirt just the exact right lengthwhere demure meets sexy in a..

I love poems that growout of themselvesout of nowhere reallylike an empty window-boxyou’ve cleared, but haven’tany plans for and one daysome seed..

What we see as nounsare verbs to God…see the water in this glass –clear and still;taste the water in this glass –its sweet taste with no taste..watch..

The poet, bent over the paper, ink-brush in hand,carefully defining poetry for his pupilsdid not see the first stork of the Springin the limitless..

What a wild wind todayin Wimbledon Park,80 mph they say,mischievous, shameless,wild child, it cannot distinguishbetween fun and destructionhere in..

Where is the oneI used to love so passionately –and who, I thought,loved me so passionately too…?good question..Two hot, cool chicks,Ellen Berscheid..

and we’ll never quite forgive our parentsfor being our parentsand we’ll never never forgive that onewe thought our best friendfor stopping being our..

Yes – we read the world wrong,and say that it deceives us,said Tagore…just imagine, if the snake said,you can’t see me… no, I’m justa stick of..

and I'm more than ever now, convincedthe British have a subconscious urgeto prove to the world that a good gamethat everyone enjoys, sitting forward..

Myne mynde to me a tumbledryere ysse,where muste I watche my scrumpled, worn-oute thoughtesseeke their redemptione in Hys watere’s..

She’s the village’s Force For Good –or that’s the flag she sails under;news of distant earthquakes, floods,famines, ethnic or other massacresare her..

By the flickering candlelightof the long evenings,inimical to study so they saidthey played this gameto while away the timebetween learning and..

Bonding, but not binding…now, there’s true love, for you…fondly done by findingwhat joins you for true…bonding, but not binding…free to fly in..

and though there are places, times,when you are most likely to find itthere in your heart,there in front of your eyes –the mossy glade within the..

IMHO -& jst FWIW -u my thnk ths pm a slly 1or u my brk out in mrth -bt if u're LOLthn, at th nd o th dy (ATEOTD)thts wht it's all abt (TWIAA)- if..

Everyone but poets(who have their own allegiances)would acknowledge it – you were, and I guess still are,the most famous and popular poet ofthe 20th..

and yes even the photoon the back coveras if he’d gone to the studio,said, I’ve written this bookof seriously funnily serious verse somake me into a..

Love is life. Life is love.Everything I understand,I understand only becauseI love.Everything is,everything existsonly becauseI love.Everything is..

Spike, we talked of you today.You’ll have to live with that now, I guess -it seems that everyone hasa place in their hearts for you.So, like a heap..

I would talk to youof shadows cast by street lights;but not so much in wordsrather, take a walk with you,say, this is a street I know well,may we..

Through the tearssoon breaks a smile;See God's Gracehere in a Child.Eyes washed clear,the Soul shines bright;eyes washed clean,the World's Delight.

The philosopher asked the poet,Does what the poets and the mysticsfind in their hearts, agreewith what the philosophers have discoveredor reasoned to..

Omar – (do I need to insistthat’s the poet, not the terrorist?) –when I was young and life was franticI found your poetry romantic –a loaf of bread..

I always think of youwhen I smile

Dear Li Po,strange things happen to poetsduring their life,especially those who like wine.But now, more than a thousand yearsafter your suicide,men..