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Beware the personwho says 'It's not that simple...'you may believe them.

This morning, as I cut intothe tough flesh of the huge tomatowith its brown, half-healed scarlike an old sabre wound from some great battle,the..

This is the story I was told – I’ve omittedthe details which might identifyand narrow down the nation,the place, the family, the man…It was in his..

Right now, there are near 5,000 visitors on this site.Let's supposeyou spend 8 hours a day surfing the weband 8 hours sleepingand 8 hours doing..

' I've always thoughtthe game in lifeis to stay interestingto yourself '2007

It’s the flash of bright sunlightreflected off a passing carthat stops me in my tracks –picking out the teatime plate which-since I’m one of those..

'' My mother told methat I never shouldplay with the gipsiesdown in the wood...but she didn't tell mewhy not, alas...so'shouldn't...'turned to..

Art brings a smile and a message.Thus the art of ‘Christmas’ cards…(and I use the word loosely,as its public use is now disapproved…)A folded card:..

‘The burning flames of anger have parched the stream of my being.The thick darkness of illusion has blinded my intelligence.My consciousness drowns..

How strange it seems, that old age follows youth!when all the world seemed one's own, at that time,with time enough to seek a higher truth -who'd..

A rather lovely hilly placeresides below her lovely faceand beyond that, a lovely valleyreveals a fertile grove that’s pally[the first line comes..

and that dayeighty words woke up, listened to each other,smiled, joined hands,danced in a ringand as they danced around and roundthe space inside the..

Dear Li Poyou wrote your Po-em of The Dayfor Poemhunterabout drinking - and alone at that - without mentioningthat it's Saint Patrick's Daywhen..

I’m on night shift at the moment soI miss the local news. ButI take the dog up the hill, there’susually something going on.there were three of them..

'Read my latest poems.Here's a list of the twelveyou need to read first..In return, give me a listof any of yours you might likeme to read..Though I..

‘..and their blackness is incontrovertible…’as the mind surfaced out of sleep today,these words – matter-of-fact, authoritative –spoke in my inner..

and sad, perhaps;as of childrenvisited for the first time in their lifeby sadness; pure sadness,without friend or enemy,just sad; sadness which does..

The day before yesterdaythey dealt with the terminally ill to free the hospitals.Yesterday,they dealt with those who did not contribute to the..

My heart, which livesits own lawscannot bear to talkwith my fine Zimbabwean friendwhen he comes to Britainabout 'the situation'my heart wishes onlyto..

From time to time, whenI’ve been meditating, andthese things matter, I pick respectfullythe plastic flowers from their vase,wash the vase, wipe the..

Seeing yourself - at last – so beautiful:cease, at last, that vision to deny!What then, to see in your so glorious self?What qualities shine out upon..

O You Who Are - the formless, nameless One,more real than all forms and names can speak:You for whom we seek to find a nameand yet who has no name..

The cherry tree laughed -three days' yearly blossoming:no haiku poet!

To make of every poema challenge; face with joy anhonourable failure; blazewith glorious sadness:laughing at the glory,smiling at the sadness;but..

How can a mother ever quite forget,or quite relinquish in her memory,that state which babies share with saints:to be free from all desires of..