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Creative Progress
Creative Progress Around us, everything we see reveals Progress, from youth to age, simplicity To more complexity. Innocence feels Growing experience, whilst clumsiness Learns facile skills. These are progressions good And natural, made by Creation’s rules. […]
Cool Avenues
Cool Avenues Along cool avenues in thought I walked Beneath the high-branched, leafy-shading trees More venerable than Methuselah. Remembrance came and went like dappled pools Of light and shade across the surfaces […]
Time
Time (1984) Two thirds of my expected span are gone: Scarce twenty-five more years remain to me In which to make my mark in history. It is too short, too brief a time, (God knows), For building stairs to immortality!. John Keats, that skilful genius, himself Just reached in total […]
Voyeurs?
Voyeurs? Are poets spies upon æsthetica?. They watch events around them through keen eyes, (From the overall generality To the minutest of particulars), Whilst noting with descriptive acumen Their stimulation of, (or by), the most […]
Incantation
Incantation If I were Mercury, on healing wing, To touch with white caduceus your hurt; If I were famed Asklepios, to bring Skill-blended draughts to ease your sickened heart; If I were […]
Discretion
Discretion It’s strange how into silence we may grow During the passage of our middle years; How mistrust and suspicion come between The carefree confidences of proud youth And knowing cynicism of ripe years. Not even those we love above […]
Phœnix
Phœnix Five hundred disappointments turn to ash; Five hundred sadnesses their embers add; And yet five hundred more bleak problems drop Their charred remains upon the reeking pyre Of life’s ambitions and frustrated dreams. The […]
Into the Unknown
Into the Unknown Westwards, on winds of hope, I sail at last Towards my bright tomorrow’s hidden lands; As once Columbus and Magellan went To find their destinies in history. Columbus for the Indies set his course But found, instead, Southern America; […]
To A.E.M
To A.E.M Had I the words, my darling, I would tell In whispered phrases sweet of my great love. Of how your presence<charms the very air Which close-enwraps us in its gentleness; Of how all things assume a pleasantness Unnoticed ’til you come, my dearest one. But since […]
Tempestuous Angel
Tempestuous Angel We met a few brief moments, you and I; We met, and those meetings there was born Our fated loves. The glad days soon sped by Till our commingled hearts were loathly torn Roughly asunder, leaving us to yearn Incessantly for sweets […]