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It’s been quite a while since  Any wide-eyed wannabee  Poet’s asked me what  It’s like being a poet and I must say  It’s no great surprise, ...

In a land overflowing  With a blessèd abundance  Of olive trees, not having one  To call your own and where  Those who had finished  Gatheri...

Begin a poem  With “To be or not    To be” and more  Than likely    You’ll end up not  Knowing who not to be.           

In the dark, waiting  For the dark to begin    At first sight  Of dawn    Becoming lighter again.             

A singular voice is what  Most of us strive for;    Most of the time we hear  More than enough    Silence that keeps  Us moving.