Poetry

A No-Brainer (for my 65th birthday)  Without warning while walking down the stairs  My brain questions the…

Prelude in E-Minor or Milner Place Hoists Sail We cannot go with you this time All-consuming night has…

Seeing the Light A lampshade painted by an artist friend   Shows a country road with a slight bend   Heading…

Alliteration is My Friend I keep my rhythm strict in time,  I make sure that my endings rhyme.  I write about…

Multitudes (for Anaïs and Marina)  One should start with your eyes  when describing you.  Jewelled pools…

Mother-In-Law Part I Hoary jokes about the Mother-in-law  Still make people laugh in the pub  While male…

The Bee Sings (translation from the French poem 'L'abeille')  Hey, it's the bee that's singing.  It’s the…

A Vision  A talented young poet  Rolls out her words -  Wave after wave -  Over a cold Capitol Hill  …

Don’t Pity Me  Don’t pity me  With my chronic  disease.  But pity those  who only have  rags for…

Power Failure  Democracy hasn’t been a big success.  Since Athens empowered the demos  Its role has been…

Morning Love Will there be Love tomorrow? Any political conversations a little bit more genuine,…

  The Silence of the Night I wake, my eyes still closed, and listen to the silence of the night. Your…

Three Words: I Love You These three words are all we’ve got To convey the force of love. No matter which…

Autumn Mortality Autumn is the time of the dying leaf I watch one waft gracefully down to the surface of a…

Path of Journey As we know by cosmic quantum nothing is new or old in revelation freshness smacks of…