I teach, am married with three children and have a number of other 'projects' which keep me busy with life. Lived some time in the USA but most time in Victoria, Australia. I am also a volunteer firefighter and marriage celebrant.
A great deal of the poems I have put on line have come from those moments in life when events have led to a poetic response - usually based on some turmoil in the journey of love which life brings most of us. There is a large group of poems from the early 80s (my late teens and early 20s) and another group from the early 90s as well as a few more recent bits and pieces.
Ah, to be in Paris in the rain
The tower dripping wet
The pavement like moist sheets
Beneath our bodies
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I wish I could get angry
The way other people get angry
I see them lash out, yell, scream, abuse
I see their frustrations, hurts and disappointments
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“There is need for shrewdness here: if anyone is clever enough he may interpret the number of the beast: it is the number of a man, the number 666” Revelations 13: 18
Yawn, so many stupid TV and radio
Nutcases going on about devils and evil numbers
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