I’ve got to believe
There’s a place for me
Where I won’t feel the pain
The sting of fear
The cold of shame
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We stand at the abyss
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I just posted one of my all time favourite poems, a work by Paul Laurence Dunbar, a celebrated African-American Poet from the mid-nineteenth century who inspite of his immense talent received little recognition in his lifetime. “If” is a poem that is very meaningful to me because it speaks about the theme so many of my own poems speak about – the fact that we as humans can rise above. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Also, a few days ago I published “Her Dark Clouds”. Yes, I do admit that I have (quite possibly in peril to my health) published a poem comparing a woman’s anger to a thunder storm or other Act of God. I invite you to overcome any dilemna or forrays the poem may have with political (in)correctness and read on to the happy ending.

Finally, I heard last week from one of my readers that I have developed a bit of a “fan-base” so to speak. I was relatively unaware of this due to the lack of comments I have so far received in the “Comments” sections under any given poem. I cannot stress enough that your feedback dear reader, is very important to me and allows me to guage the impact my website is having. Please take the time to give me your thoughts, good, bad, or indifferent.

All the best,

Paul

by
Paul Laurence Dunbar

If life were but a dream, my Love,
And death the waking time;
If day had not a beam, my Love,
And night had not a rhyme, —
A barren, barren world were this
Without one saving gleam;
I’d only ask that with a kiss
You’d wake me from the dream.

If dreaming were the sum of days,
And loving were the bane;
If battling for a wreath of bays
Could soothe a heart in pain, —
I’d scorn the meed of battle’s might,
All other aims above
I’d choose the human’s higher right,
To suffer and to love!

She looms on the horizon
Like a storm cloud
Hovering over my spirit
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Swollen sensibility
And my cowards pride
Define me
Blind me
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I released three new poems today. One dealing with wisdom and love “Anyone Can Have Money” – a reflection on the competing drives of materialism and the will to be loved in our society. “You Can’t Take From Me” is a poem of defiance – a reminder to us all that we are made of more than the crude flesh and bone we often think we are.” Finally, “One of Many” which is a reflection of the elation one feels being part of an intense, fast paced cycling peleton – for the unitiated it really is an indescribeable experience – one’s heart rate is soaring, the adrenaline is pumping and life is condensed to its most basic elements – words are too feeble a canvas to try and capture the experience.

Enjoy and as always I welcome your comments.

Peace

Paul

Anyone can have money
Not everyone has love
It’s the only thing that matters
It comes from above
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You cannot take
What I don’t own
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Taking the blood from my heart
The air from my lungs
Every last ounce of strength from my sinew
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