Books of Poetry
Over 500 pages of free verse and formal poems written between 2004 and 2008.
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Over 500 pages of free verse and formal poems written between 2000 and 2003.
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over 500 pages
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268 pages of an eclectic collection of over 180 formal and free verse poems that play on both the heartstrings and mind. A richness of language such as the masters used to use and unique to what is published today.
These poems bring together reality and fantasy in a delicious way. Moments has something to savor for everyone, from love sonnets to witty Halloween ditties, from epic recreations of mythology to child-like innocence put down on paper.
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over 280 pages
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excerpt
I’m a Ruin - chant royale
She claimed a further shore and crossed a line,
a leaf upon an ocean, blown again
by winds of change that couldn’t be consigned
to promises and vows; she laced the pain
too stiff within, too hard to break, she’s bent
as lovers can until they’re only friends.
An isle away, where worlds break on days
and nights are filled with mist of dreams delayed,
there’s questions coming accusations share––
decisions hov’ring, drifting sails of haze;
once drowned, commitment struggles without air.
Unfinished business, orphan obits twined
into a chance to show she could explain
how second chances shouldn’t be resigned,
instead be opportunity’s domain.
An accent in a country she should blend,
she sought to bring to life what death transcends;
some keys to doors are lost in silent ways
and some will tally time when doubts go frayed.
Within what his’try books have proven bare,
are clues to show each life is far from paid––
she seeks to mend the weave which death would tear.
The waitress warned while dogs stood guard and pined
that halfway open doors are often stained
with curiosity and stark design.
A diff’rent kind of TARDIS lurks insane,
with one-eyed cats and owls of white to wend;
such endless aisles to which she’s sailed suspend
belief that tales now told can be amazed.
But there’s another sifting book’s cachets,
another reading time and quoting stairs
to stars of days long passed by moonlit rays,
together lost between the shelves’ despair.
Outside the shoppe the amaranth defines
how care needs open hearts to be contained.
As simple words bend bound’rys, thoughts align,
and seeds break winter’s hull to birth and chain
first one then one so two can comprehend
what comes from truth of stories with no end.
First eye to eye then hand to hand, they raise
the bar which love has set and fights to stay
within their grasp, and so entwine the pair.
They’d cross the line and bury each cliche;
it’s second chances’ chance to find out where.
He’s come to show commitment isn’t mine––
not yours but ours––it can’t be faked or feigned;
once seeds now strengthened, stems become the vine
and stretch to push the bloom and not complain
what once love had and lost can still ascend.
The shards of words still litters ships they penned,
from moments squeezed when time blinked twice and gazed
on gifts forever dreamed and placed like bays;
they harbor both, despite the storms and snares.
To will a tryst, a carriage ride conveys
escape’s a choice once made but never there.
A simple cross was planted there in trade,
to overcome what once made both afraid;
commitment finds true love’s surrender rare.
Just like a death, there comes an end to wade,
life’s story without end begins like prayer.
02-15-18
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