Best Eat Into Poems

I am immeasurably honoured to have been invited to collaborate with as fine a poet as Robert Lindley. Our first collaborative process has been very quick, very instinctive and very natural. Thank you, Robert, for a very rewarding joint venture.

As I Plot Just One More...

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As I Plot Just One More Day

Desperate as the waking at blackest dawn
I seek only moments within eternity,
for the day upon me is long 
and I do not ponder its end

Forever that blackened door beckoned
in tones of promising delights
who can know what lies in its...

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Darkness descends,
And the destination lies far behind
God! Let the fire that burns in you eternal ,
Which is the only true fire, 
Light up my eyes to perceive the right from the wrong, 
The genuine from the sham.

I ask Thee, blaze my spirit with your fire
So...

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I am very pleased to present a third collaboration with Robert Lindley,
an extraordinary poet who inspires and humbles me with his pen.

A Collaboration With Robert Lindley
27th October 2018

The root of the melancholy
he has not always known,
and perhaps, with strangers
and with unknown strangeness,
he has embraced its...

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I Prefer Those Daring To Just Write


I prefer my poetry very raw and real
giving life and emotion to be seen
A prize, a parade - the real deal
not words delivered merely to preen
Stand back and give true strokes
reactions,good or bad are alright
Do that,touching the right folks
deep...

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Within Hellish Abyss, Sounds Serpent's Hiss

Some tales he admires, considers so great,
in that clear vein, he does not hesitate.
Writing as madman, pen splashing hot ink,
there his mind and his poetic heart sink. 

Sometimes fast and furious as pen flies,
born of deepest pain, as huge tears...

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Feverish The Hex

The root of the melancholy
he has not always known,
and perhaps, with strangers
and with unknown strangeness,
he has embraced its love
and loved its hateful wounds.

He prides the strength resting his bones,
the iron-glove that wields power grasped
in his haste to taste its honeyed glow,
anticipation seeds ever...

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Just feel like letting go...

without addiction nor 
prediction...

your love I no longer keep...

just feel like letting go...

...a failure you make me feel...

...to let go...in the letting go I heal...

For sometimes in my heart I feel
so numb...

...your words they cut so deep...

...these old scars they run...

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Farm Chores, They Sure Aren't A Glowing Parade

Brutal cold cuts into young tender skin,
winter arrives with its hard cold and more.
No time to complain- NOT IF we are men,
farm child, time to wake, do the daily chores!

Up before the sun makes it first day's peep
into...

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Let me have what you gat:
From the bottom, "There Is A Me" made Poem Of The Day too. 
"Didactic Foods Seafood:Shrimp, then Cup Cakes
"The Lady"
"Lungs Without Air
"Death Of A Youth."  
"Why Do Poets Write Poetry"
"Summer"
"The Rain
"All This Must Melt In My Mouth."
"A fantasy Fish...

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The Witch That Sought To Curse Me


Pain that cuts as a chill to the bone
she, she beats my heart upon her stone
Winged angels she defies and sends away
her curses eat into my night and day

No forgiveness does her heart ever give
as her cries follow me...

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The Broken Heart And Last Desperate Plea



 This broken heart lays in bitter moonlight
 evidence of a great tragedy that cold night
 Yes, I had fallen for her sexy, devilish charms
 swept her so deeply into my cheating arms

 Next morning guilt began to feed,...

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World War 1 

The Sergeant

The rose cannot compete
with the sweet smell of death,
only her image can forgive.
 Laid upon the silence
of another boys coffin,
which hides this journey in life.

Your shame will not bring him back.
So win your war on kitchen table
for old men know best,
glory...

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HERE. ONCE STOOD OUR HOME

I can't forget in a hurry,
Here once stood our ancestral home,
As was told my great- great- great- grand father
Who told my great-great-grand father,
Who told my great grand father and who 
In turn told my grand father who later told 
My father...

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Aching Nights And Hopelessly Sad Morn

Aching nights and hopelessly sad morn
my life torn, ripped and nailed;
each day dark hours sliced and dice,
misery applauding as I failed
not once nor even twice but thrice!

Each day, worries eat into this fate
watered soup- soul needs more;
so lost, lost as...

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