Poetry

Places

There are those high places
Spaces that pierce the clouds
Where the storms in a moment might sweep
But glory looms in your wake
Risk it you may
Fear it you might
Whatever you do, do with all of you
Don’t look back at the steps you leave
Only drown in the majesty
And fall drunk with delight

Visit you must
Must you visit me?
Only if true
Only if free

There are those low places
Spaces that sink far beneath the seas
Where the light is low and the shadows play
These haunts proclaim you to stay
Play with me
Why won’t you remain?
If you should swim in these places
Beware of doubts that creep
They will demand that you give in
To own you they seek to be

Visit you must
Must you visit me?
Only if true
Only if free

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I Write…

…because I am a junkyard poet living in a man’s world.

I write…

…because I was brought up believing that only the practical matters so a pragmatist I became.

I write…

…because I have dueled in the hollows with the dogs of despair. They may nip at my heels, but writing keeps me one step ahead of them.

I write…

…to remain awake and help others to do the same.

I write…

…because I have a gypsy heart.

I write…

…because I was told once by someone who mattered that principles don’t and arguing them would get me nowhere. Wrong – they get you everywhere, I have them and they matter most.

I write…

…to swim around in the depths of my soul and look around a bit. When I return to the surface, I write about what I saw – some of it pretty, some of it no-so-pretty, all of it real.

I write…

…to leave the past behind and leap towards the future. A tomorrow that is richer, brighter and more meaningful than yesterday.

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