Here are some more of my poems. I enjoy writing and as I have written more of them, my poems have outgrown just one web page!

I have also put a page of my favourite poems by other writers here.

To jump directly to a poem, click its name in this list:

Page 1

The Kiss
Eagle Wings
I see Your beauty
Walking On Sand
Foreign Exchange
Soul Longing
The Lichen Fountain
"Me Me"

Page 2

Fuck Off Chocolate!
Red Moon Bright
Lilac Blooms
Double Rainbow
Time and the 9-5 Frenzy
Touching One Spot, Just Makes It Hot ;-)
Ordered Chaos
Faster than the Speed of Light

Page 3

Keeper of the Flame
Farewell Dear Friend - To the "Crystal Peacock"
The Rooms In Your House
View from the Plane
Mobius Strips
Behind Your Eyes - A love poem
Ablaze - A love poem
Butterfly Free

Page 4

White Horse
Freedom and Insanity

This one I wrote after I'd eaten too many Thornton's Alpinis and Viennese truffles one day last summer and ended up with a tummy ache. I haven't eaten them since! :-)

Well it was kind of simple and to the point and summed up what I felt at the time! lol

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I wrote this next one after being stuck in a traffic jam and noticed something I probably wouldn't have noticed otherwise. It made me think that life is sometimes a bit like this... we can get "stuck" and not notice things around us in the now, as we're so keen to get somewhere else.

( I always keep a vibrator in the glove compartment of my car for big traffic jams... comes in handy when there's nothing else to do! lol )

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I've noticed that a lot of my poetry is written around the time of my period, which is often at or just before full moon. It's also a time I've noticed that I remember my dreams more, some relating to the past and some to images of future events which have turned out to be true.

I wrote this poem to celebrate the most inspiring time of the month for my writing...

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This poem I wrote after seeing a double rainbow. It felt like a sign that I had to hold onto hope. So that's what I wrote.

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Time is something that has always fascinated me. I have a feeling it may be parallel and circular, although if it's parallel, does that mean we can catch glimpses of the future if we see somewhere along that parallel, in our dream state? To me, that would explain pre-cognitive dreams about the future. If that's the case, does that mean the future is now? The problem with that, of course is free-will, and our ability to change things.

I wrote this after thinking about time and the the changing seasons, from the Springtime buds appearing to the time when the leaves fall off the trees, leaving only the barren branches then back to Springtime; traffic chaos, and the fast pace of 9-5 working life. Sometimes I wonder where people are heading, what motivates them, and why they rush to get to garden centres for plants that they won't have time to smell and which if they did have time to smell, have often lost their scent anyhow.

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This poem was inspired by stroking - sometimes you need to take a little break, change the stroke, change the area, or even remove your hand altogether. If you rub your partner without stopping, it doesn't allow sexual energy to build as much as if you take her to the edge of orgasm, bring her back down, take her back up a few times... then she's more likely to have a much more powerful one :-)

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My first fascination with order in nature was after learning about the Krebs Cycle and metabolic pathways in college. When it all "clicked" one day, the whole thing filled me with wonder and excitement. I was like a kid in a sweetshop.

Lately I've rediscovered that sense of wonder at the order in nature, after reading a wonderful book by Stephen Hawking called "A Brief History of Time". As I read about quarks and how a proton contains two up quarks and one down, while a neutron contains two down quarks and one up, I just knew then and there that such order could not have happened by chance.

To me, relativity and chaos theory sit neatly alongside one another, and one day the scientists will understand why.

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Having read Hawking's book and after much deliberation, I came to my own conclusion: It's harder to believe that there isn't a God than that there is. One thing I do find fascinating is the subject of time. According to most scientists nothing can go faster than the speed of light, and that if it could, time would slow down. I have another theory - that there might be something that can go faster: Thoughts - and possibly, if my hunch is correct, The Word of God because it may have come before light existed. That's where I am now in my own spiritual journey.

So this is my latest poem: Faster than the Speed of Light

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