Poems

Morning


Rays of dawn light

came to worship

your face,

while I touched

your heart

with my gaze.

In my desire

of the warmth

between us,

I wished to give

silent words

to tell of the love

where you find yourself.

Moments framed

to rest close to you,

invisible touches

of my restrained passion

under the songbird’s

morning call.

(Poetic Twilights.Voss Editions.2002. Edition of 100. Sold Out)


Lough Allen Shore


Our laughter

triggered the cry of birds

as we stumbled

over rocks

into water pools.

In the shivering coldness

of the season,

October weeps.

With winter creeping

slowly into my soul,

with no promise of control

we walk on sand

seldom penetrated.

Aware of nature

imbracing our intrusion.

(The Other Side of Silence.Voss Editions.1998.Edition of 100.Sold Out) 

September 28th. 2010 

(For Marina)

Blurred patches of cloud

shadows cross over,

willow tree dancing

to the winds tune.

In the whirlpool

of the day,

we, the lively ones

with fiery spirits,

smile in the spell

of the other.

Under the canvas

of this simplicity,

sifting the seconds

into time.

We wrap ourselves

together in the present

of it all.

(Unpublished.2010) 

These Three Words


Height to depth.

Day to night.

Floating air abound

while thoughts race

through winds that pulse.

Two souls within movement,

where moon torn conclusions

await growth.

Permanence being

a taken gift.

Dreams and possibilities

from a dawn of inspiration,

gives attainment to where

these three words

have scent and colour.

(Wordscapes.Voss Editions.2003.Edition of 40.Sold out) 


Zac


I dreamed

your change of address card

was returned.

I dreamed

the postman turned soldier

took the stamps.

Maybe you are dead.

Maybe you are alive.

I dream of you

as someone unknown

lost were love

asks to visit.

I dream of

where memory

is a river

without rain.

(Moments of Time.Voss Editions.1999.Edition of 100. Sold Out) 

Balinaglera


Swallows dart to heaven,

mysterious music sounds.

Roadside fruit grows fair

hay fields lie silent.

Bog,

black as the raven,

with the bold cuckoo

slide into the pleasing flow of water.

Joyous,

this time of year.

After winters fury,

birds settle.

Green turns yet greener.

Murmuring sounds abound,

Hawthorn blossoms.

Evening haze rests while

Lough Allen

Takes it’s summer.

(Moments of Time.Voss Editions.1999. Edition of 100.Sold Out.) 

After


Night now.

I pace the ground

where soft winds

blow a remembered

kiss to hang

in the air.

Glitter of distance

tinted by our winged

feelings flying high,

under the sky

that drips stars.

They shine where

we see ourselves be.

(Touching Shadows.Artists Book. 2005. Voss Editions.Edition of 50.) 

We Are


We are for each other

as soft raindrops fall

as cobwebs hang in heavy air

as sunsets rest in suspended red

as dawn mists descend.

We are for each other

as seaweed floats with the tide

as the violin reaches high notes

as a champagne glass tinkles

as children laugh and play.

We are for each other

as whispers in the night

as the last poem written

as the silence of loving.

We are for each other.

( Presence of Love. Voss Editions. Serbian/English. 2006. Edition of 100 ) 


 A Walk to Nowhere

 

A walk to nowhere

until the sun turns to fire

transforming clouds into

rolling pool ball sounds.

Soft waves lapping

leaving space

to taste each drop

of honeyed time.

I saw your presence

as it danced solo

for only you to feel.

Did you anticipate

the after thoughts

those touch of hands did give?

While now later,

it was but a drop of time

leaving continuing ripples

only poets understand.

 Fragments

 

This silent landscape

holds its secret

with fragments.

Some here,

some taken

to far off lands.

Fragments held fast,

lingering

in other lives.

Left scattered

and forlorn.

Surrendered

to the burden

of time.

(Touching Shadows.Artists Book. Voss Editions.2005.Edition of 50. Sold Out)

 Where

 

Where the God that saves

may arise from the heart,

where the makers of now

sit idle by.

Where expectations

of the impossible rest,

where clouds cover

the wanting

of what you get.

Where anyone, anywhere,

can make a beginning,

where action and passion

in one’s time may flower.

Where often the spirits

walk before the event,

Where today,

already walks tomorrow.

 Love Chip

 

I give my love

In a bozon way

Techno-geek me

With a RAM love

Just for YOU,

A love that is ROM

From the heart.

More than CPU

Deep down I need

Our MODEM to work

So very BPS.

From my MOTHERBOARD,

I give YOU

YOU

My GIGABYTE love,

ALL

1,073,741,824 BYTES

Just for you. Xxx.

(Love Chip.Moments of Time.Voss Editions.1999.Edition of 100.Sold Out.)

 Rebirth

 

I want to paint

a photograph,

to show you

my interior view

looking out.

I want to paint

feelings of knowing,

that beyond this

self-imposed exile,

nature is erupting.

I want to paint

a photograph,

just for you,

to say I care,

as outside

the fresh green foliage

of spring

awakens.

(Rebirth.Moments of Time. Voss Editions.1999.Edition of 100.Sold Out.)

 Gustav Mahler

 

I was Gustav Mahler,

dreaming in the night.

Tone by tone,

before the TV generation

made it easy to be

a nimble walker to success.

I was Gustav Mahler dreaming,

weakened by the hands of time.

Surrounded by his sound

I thought of saying thank you.

I was Gustav Mahler dreaming,

writing August poems in April.

My solo heart still beating.

I thought I was Gustav Mahler,

when the crescendo crashed.

I awoke drenched in

an adagio of tears,

Full of joy.

(Moments of Time.Voss Editions.1999.Edition of 100. Sold Out.)

 Seasons

 

In the soft spring,

punctual birds

return as the season

turns to blossom.

In triumph summer

swallows dance high.

Formations to add

to the agony of heat.

In mellow autumn,

Colours change with change.

Given to us

by the lunacy of the moon.

In erupted winter,

audacious birds

besiege the view.

Thoughts turn to warm winds.

(Moments of Time. Voss Editions.1999. Edition of 100. Sold Out)

 Morning

 

Rays of dawn light

came to worship

your face,

while I touched

your heart

with my gaze.

In my desire

of the warmth

between us,

I wished to give

silent words

to tell of the love

where you find yourself.

Moments framed

to rest close to you,

invisible touches

of my restrained passion

under the songbird’s

morning call.

(Poetic Twilights.Voss Editions.2002. Edition of 100. Sold Out)

 

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