Welcome to my Poetry Page

"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.
We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race,
And the human race is filled with passion."

(Robin Williams, Dead Poets Society)

To understand my poetry is to understand me.

Here are aa few of my own poems. I hope you enjoy them.

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A Lifetime of Love

From the day you came to us,
Impossibly small with wide eyes
Staring at the world so boldly,
Time beat its relentless rhythm.

	The hours, minutes and seconds
	Ticked away with lightning speed,
	Counting the time until you would leave
	To make a new family whole.

		We had so much love to give you
		And so little time to give it
		That all we could do was pack
		A lifetime of love into that short time

			And give you up to another family
			With days and months and years
			To hold and teach and love
			With their own lifetime of love.

				It was worth it.

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WORDS

knife sharpened words
flung unthinkingly

	piercing
	cutting
	bruising
	destroying

faith and love
torn away

	empty
	hopeless
	unloved
	undesired

knife sharpened words
flung unthinkingly

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Night Cries

His cry pierces the night				
Jolting me out of my sleep-drugged dreams				
Begging comfort for his frantic screams				

	The milk dribbles down his chin			
	Seeping to my empty, unmilked breast			
	Reminding me he is not mine			
	
		His eyes gaze into my own		
		Hoping, trusting for his every need		
		Knowing I will care for him		

			The chair creaks as we rock
			Wrapped in a cocoon of joyous grief
			Every moment cherished

				For the day is coming
		
					When silence will pierce the night
					Haunting me with silent, uncried tears
					Echoing cries from his empty crib

						My heart breaks with wrenching sorrow
						Wondering if someone will comfort him
						Or will he scream in anguished terror

									Alone
									Neglected
									Unloved

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I WILL THINK OF HER 

A moment in time
Passing subtly in the infinite
Moments of all our lives

	As winds strung
	Ice-strewn snow over
	Impassable paths to destiny

		We shared a moment
		Hearts speaking in the unlikely
		Timeship of a motel hot tub

			Her heart young
			Full of life and promise
			Which she gladly shared with me

				Uncaring that my hair
				Was streaked with grey
				And years had tried my soul

					One day when I am truly old
					And she herself sports streaks of grey
					And years of life-learned wisdom

						Will she think of me
						And the moment we shared?
						For I will think of her

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I LIVE 

Across the room I see him
This man with whom I’ve spent
So much of my life

	I see him smile, hug our child
	A perfect model dad
	So he always seemed

		Perfect father and husband
		Charming all, sane and safe
		That’s how they see him

			Yet the mouth that smiles so well
			Was one who screamed and bruised
			A shrinking spirit

				His words tore into my soul
				Tearing, eating away
				Till nothing was left

					Or so I feared as day passed
					Into painful day with
					All love, all joy gone

						Yet hope was not truly gone
						My spirit was not dead
						But safely hiding

							Until the day the courage
							Others said was in me
							Helped me to break free

								So I sit and look at him
								As he charms all he meets
								In my heart I know

									And in my heart
									I live.

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THE BOX 

I lived in a box
With guarded walls
Filled with hurtful words
And pointless arguments

	I listened to voices
	That told me
	"You can escape
	You can be free"

		But the voices
		Didn’t tell me
		That outside the box
		Was aching loneliness

			And I never knew
			That once I broke free
			The voices
			Would fall silent

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					ALONE

					I have always been alone
					And I always shall be
					Without father or mother
					To love and guide me
					I sought the love of strangers
					And paid the price of failure 
					With pain and loneliness

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EYES 

See the man surrounded by brews
While the rhythm and blues
Play round his head 
While he plays the game 
Of living and dead

		He sees the crowd and hears their loud
		And raucous noise that blocks the sound
		Of the eyes that see into his heart
		And knows he only acts the part

				So he searches, watches for the touch
				Of the eyes that feel the pain of such
				Unholy lonesome aching sound 
				He cannot help but look around

						But knowing well he will not see
						The eyes that watch are free to be
						The dream that fills the empty heart
						Just for awhile...just for a start

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