I started writing poetry at quite an early age. On the sub-pages you will find poems that I've written recently. However, on this page are a few poems which I wrote in my teenage years.
The Hobo
Eyes that were full of gaiety,
Now are dimmed through injustices of life.
A gnarled hand clutches a coin,
Worn shoes shuffle on,
Searching for a Shangri-La.
He considered -
He could have been somebody!
Anybody, except what he had become.
Paranoia creeps as softly as the mist.
The king surveys the crumbling ruin,
He's lost the struggle to exist.
The Non-Conformist
I'm not 'they' - I'm me.
Outside the sheep.
I follow a self-made path
Hewn from derision and fear.
Alone, I smile at those who sneer.
I'm not 'they' - I'm me.
I follow the path the sheep never see.
The only traveller,
On the road that runs where it will.
I am one with the soaring albatross,
Flying high above the plastic world
With a ghost of a truth
To the end.
Albatross, teach them to be free,
Like me.
Fiesta Flamenca
The pulsating beat
Mingles with flashes of red,
And the black fires of their eyes
Burn with a fierce flame
Along my tingling spine.
Dainty feet conspire joyously
With pounding guitars
And whirring castanets in a technicolor dream
To hold me in enraptured awe.
How happy they are just to dance!
Obstacle Course
The gaggle of irritating schoolgirls approached me
In giggling delight.
Their mocking eyes shouted to the world
The joy they felt at this encounter.
Staring fixedly at the distant horizon,
I let a slight smile
Hide my quickened heart, and
The slow sinking feeling
That always accompanied this wearying routine.
An impenetrable human barrier
Formed before me.
The sun was beginning to set in the heavens,
The journey home was always memorable.
