There is much that will pass for poetry,
Rhyme and rhythm are what it means to me
However, I'll use other forms as well 
And hope to do it so that you can tell
That I have done it most artfully

This is a page for new work of mine, so that I have some copyright protection before I share any of them elsewhere...
So far, "Prose Poem" is the first and I'll probably be adding some more as time goes on. 

Working as the bindery foreman for SIRS, Inc. (Social Issues Resources Series)

Ideas come and go,
Slipping through my grasp,
They dance heel and toe,
Elusive as an asp.

Sometimes they'll come again
So I have one more chance
To hold tightly to them
As through my mind they dance.

Poetry's like breathing,
Because you're grasping air,
Entering and leaving,
To find there's nothing there.

Poems become prosaic
And it's truly tragic
When a poem's mosaic
Has to lose its' magic...

Marina and I in Krasnodar, Russia.
Here's something different...

the searcher...


have a job


i can stand,


in pockets,

relaxed,                        g  me
                                      and the eagle
as a                         n    
                                      that i watch,
tropical                  i 
                                      to hover
breeze                t
stirs                f
                                      the horizon,
my hair          i
in January,  l 

                                      in my mind's eye,

                                      to watch

                                      the landscape


                                      for rabbits

                                      and poets


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Poetry that appeals to people who think that they don't like poetry!
Excerpts from all three of my books as well as some new works can be found at !

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