Needing not to look back
For all is seen within
Indelible, penetrable
Marking life, tracing death
Holding and withholding
Thoughts are still consuming
Only now the story’s told
With its ending
Comes the beginning
Of questions
Possible now by default
Waiting for that first hour
When you forgotten
Marks the birth
Of me begotten
With remembrances
Fondly traced
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Semi-finalist in North American Open Poetry Contest and accepted poem for publication in Anthology Priceless Treasures March 1998 ISBN 1-57553-608-0
While you mourn what wasn’t
I will mourn what won’t
And there we be, we three:
You, me, and the shadows of what wouldn’t.
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Semi-finalist in North American Open Poetry Contest and accepted poem for publication in Anthology Moments of Solitude April 1998 ISBN 1-57553-616-1
Measuring minutes, miles and money
While our wiles no longer wild
Diminish passions toward a finish
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Semi-finalist in North American Open Poetry Contest and accepted poem for publication in Anthology The Lasting Joy May 1998 ISBN 1-57553-616-1
It began as an acrobatic exercise:
grabbing at every nuance
hanging on every word
leaping at every gesture
swinging between heights
tumbling in disappointment.
Anticipation tensing with exhilaration
For the promised fall by the clasp not grasped.
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Semi-finalist in North American Open Poetry Contest and accepted poem for publication in Anthology A Starlit Night July 1998 ISBN 1-57553-726-5
An exquisite fencing match:
Bodies gracefully following the points of (s) words
During the dance toward death.
Every slash met with vibrating
Resistance and absorption.
Tips toying, jabbing and probing
Never penetrating to extinction.
Discarded for a finer game of love:
To Play
at Hide and Seek
—Hiding affections
—Seeking attentions
—Hiding the self’s mistrusts
—Seeking the other’s limits
Wishing to be found
And to be found out
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Semi-finalist in North American Open Poetry Contest and accepted poem for publication in Anthology The Glistening Stars September 1998 ISBN 1-57553-797-4
Passive desires wishes are
Easy tokens of powerless gifts
That cannot be saved
And cannot be spent
Shadows dangling toward nothingness.
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The Poetry Guild, Contest UPA-274, 2840 Broadway, #135, New York, NY 10025
Accepted for publication, submitted to International Library of Poetry Contest The Falling Rain ISBN-1-58235-134-1
My Don Quixote
Hero of my soul
How is it that
Like Alfonzo
Your way of loving me
I hate.
I am here
This is me
Not for pleasure
Would I be yours
Nor I for me
Would I be mine.
But, oh, enthralled am I
By blinded faith of
Goodness not.
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Semi-finalist in North American Open Poetry Contest and accepted poem for publication in Anthology The Glistening Stars September 1998 ISBN 1-57553-797-4
Letting things happen
as they do
They are as is
and will be done
In spite of all
and everyone.
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February 2000 www.poetry.com. The International Library of Poetry From the Mountaintop ISBN: 1-58235-140-6 Summer 2000
Engine racing
On whirling wheels
Tracking thoughts
Echoing rage
Room of my own
For howling horrors
My screaming machine
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January 2000
Since we’re not lovers
Anymore
It would be kinder
If you would not be so kind.
Neglect and cruelty were OK
When we were lovers
But now their haunting
Makes this so daunting
Since we’re not lovers
Anymore
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February 1995
Plunging through layers of sensibilities
Reaching the very core of knowingness
Knowing and being known
That is Love
Never to fall so deeply in love again
Climbing back from this place
Journeying through love’s memories
Glancing backward
Hindering passage toward the other light
Promising a horizon
On a barren landscape
That must be peopled with
Found knowledge of love past
Will there be a rainbow?
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June 1999
Frantic to give a gift
That no other could receive
My death
By your hand
Offered as proof of my need
To grant the unrepeatable
To you.
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February 1999
So where’s the bliss
Instead of this
Sweet memory
Of all that
Was
Isn’t
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Winter 1998
Desolate was I
when you
loved me
no longer.
To not love you
still
is the sadder thing.
Love lost
held
will keep away
for now
the ending.
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July 2000
Science and literature
both explain
but don’t reveal love’s secrets
Some things are fornever—forever to remain mysterious:
…..A strip tease
…….Enticing while withholding
………Revealing by concealing
…………Attracting to distraction
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Summer 1998
Go, dream beheld
Let me know thy vacancy
That I may once more
Be master of my will.
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February 1995
Here we are—still
Still in quietude
Still as always
Waiting, expecting—stillness
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August 15, 1997
You use me
You abuse me
Now you lose me.
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August 20, 1997
In the spaces of my mind
I dwell
While seeking
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August 18, 1997
I am here.
This is me.
Not for pleasure
Would I be yours
Nor I for me
Would I be mine.
Remembered love
No longer lived
Teases pleasure
By its pleasing
Pleasing pleasure
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February 5, 1998
Are you happy
Let me know
And if you’re not
Why it’s so.
I am neither
Here nor there
Hovering
Byte-ing air.
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April 26, 2001 Theatre of the Mind Noble House
I am here
This is me
Life is where I find myself
So real
Surreal
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December 10, 2004 Noble House International
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