bread and circuses,

spectacle and savagery,

sweat, water and wine flowing:

mighty Caesar

Believe me its me in your world all types of thrill's B4 our two little girl You make our kids

Is it to be, that only then…

our vision would reach peak acuity?

Only when the dust settles in

High above the clouds I reflect
As the sun shines and reflects off my window
This moment is all

Beautiful metaphors of thought
escape my wandering mind.
Dreams of visions lost in time
come

Peace is palpable
in this garden

resplendent, calm
in empty space

fifteen rocks in groups

One coin
needs two mirrors
to see other's side, join
peace talks - or face immolation
on

More eloquent
than superlative speech
is silence in season.
.
Soulmates stay with

More eloquent
than any long speech
is silence in season.
Friends stay with silence
support not

Speak.
What are you waiting for,
I'm going to love you
No matter what you say.

Seek.
What are

Remember the man
whose hope overcame adversity.
Rememember the statesman
who chose to work for

Kudos To A Revolutionary

A standing ovation to a soul who
lit the chambers of our

In the stillness of the morning,
Under canopy of beech,
The little ones are sleeping
Safe, where

Stopping the thoughts

Have you ever stopped the mind?
Have you felt that blessed peace?
That

Dementia.

You forget how ...
I wash you, gently brush your hair

Dark tresses turned

Words touched my eyes
with the snap of a wrist -
I made a bed
between the pages -
and climbed

My love is not earned,
nor deserved,
nor acquired.
My love is stolen
and abused
and not

A giant bird is in the sky above
Sweeping down angelically to her forest love
The sunlight softens

I guess it had been coming a long time now,
After all the comical farce,
Only without the

Like a whisper, a Comma
butterfly's thistledown touch,
she waves two long feelers
her thread

Love Song

I want to sing for you, a love song divine
my heart quickens and our love is

TUDOR COTTAGE

You know the experience.
The car stops in the country.
In the distance, 
Hills

In the late morning heat
the mountains fold into haze
a tree-barren patchwork
from fire

Gaza is
Being bombed
Into oblivion.
Of course
Unarmed civilians
Are always among
The

Walking down the aisles

Aimlessly

Glancing at the jacks

Somebody asks,

"Do you believe in god?"

I said

I believe in words

And

FLICKER

lovemaking by candlelight
we closed the door halted time
spread out across the

Filling up night sky
ghosts circle around
eerie, voiceless, scary!
A cry from me for

POMEGRANATES



See in this silent room

Two come to journey's end

Journey's rest lying

Two heroes unite
Muslim and Hindu as one
to fight extremists
Kailash and young Malala
winners

I light a candle and I clearly see
the world doesn't revolve round me.

I light a candle to shed

I could write a poem about everything wrong with this world
And only a minority would care
I could

I strive to be at war
with that which shadows
my own inner light
to cultivate peace I strive
to

The terrible silence,
The weighted pause
Between the cut

Of the doodlebug engine
And the

Gosh but it burns here,
Sun, sand and flares.
Day and night, lighting the sky in a swathe of

HERALD

A traveller, he traces the unexplored
lands of her body;
her arms

Winds intertwine
with sun rays,
spring colours shine,
hearts ablaze...
A face of happiness
not

They came together
in conflict
tortoise shell of shields
to guard from the rain
leaks

We ran to place of safety
my surrogate dad and me
away from the guns
a place by the sea
the past

There is no love that is stronger than the one I know
It has filled my heart with hope as it

BENEDICTION

sacred love

in this moment
of mutual understanding
fingertips

CHALICE WELL

That day at the golden gardens
Calm of the morning
Sun gentle on skin and

Bullets clamor for peace but leave destruction in its wake.
War defends power's needs but what

Such the chorus the
Morning wood brings
Sounds of warblers
Mingle with the
Telltale bubbling

CREDO

and i said to you
build your cathedral
within yourself

in amongst the horror
the

TEAHOUSE

The hot mists of the morning
Rise from the lake in the mountains.
Green leaves, ripe

soliders march on
to their imminent death
Soliders fight on
till their last breath
Soliders fall

If you could love as I do
If a song bird could settle your soul like twilight
If you wept for