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I am a 76 year old male. I had my first poem published in the Oakland tribune when I was in the sixth grade,I now live in Arizona. I love adventure, fly fishing, and tried sky diving when I was 75.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: New York City: 5 of 79
Misty rain haloed street lightsIlluminating hunched up people walking fastA chill wind lifts debris, looks, then snaps themCurling over streets glistening in wet transparent overlayBar-bee's buzz from dive to hiveAcross red neons fractured reflectionsDistant sirens echoes, yelpsDemanding passage from weary travelersBlind from... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Artists: 3 of 45
The painter and the poetGaze at an old womanShe is siting in a rocking chairHolding a red rose in her handHer time warn face reflects sadnessHer eyes look wistfully at the roseThe painter,s first bold brush strokeStarts the portrait of the sceneThe poet starts the poem with what he feelsThe painter finishes his portraitA brus... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Religious: 13 of 156
How can a soul as mist resideWithin us all yet still can hideFrom probing senses intercourseThat mystical compelling forceThat motivates our earthly livesWhere fact and fantasy collideWhen death's cold fingers clutch our heartAnd squeeze the life within, withoutThe flesh returnees to earth's embraceThe soul to search a new bi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Forests: 3 of 36
Tall rough barked treesRooted in the morning mistThe forest awakensTo my intrusionI stand, attended by silenceCloaked in cathedral greenNatures poetry that feeds my soulIt fills my needAnd restores me wholeAround me, with Majesty it standsThe stillness crashingFirst sunbeam, with reverenceMy soul, sighing More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Home: 15 of 167
The little log cabin stands in a valley of snowSmoke curling from the red brick chimneyRoof ridges festooned with icicles teethThe faint glow from windows fogged by iceA snowman standing in the front yardGuarding the house with carrot nose and broom in handTall pines covered by clinging snowThe creek turned to sparkling diamo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Space in time: 3 of 33
The second hand moves round its courseStopping briefly at each seconds markThen moving to the next in lineThe hand ticks off the march of timeEach seconds mark is passed but onceEach second stands unique in timeThe seconds mark, the watch, the handAre older now from times demandAll things move on as time moves onAll things ar... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Answers: 3 of 19
In silence stands the granite crossThat Marks the exit of a lifeReminder of a loved one goneA solder brave, a farmers wifeFloating on a gentle breezeThe sound of life, a baby's cryThe answer to the silent crossThat one will live and one will die More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a friend: 32 of 200
Where are you now my dear, dear friend?Nevermore to talk of things, to laughSo final is ones death, so sadAnd I wonder where you areYour life by fate entwined with mineBy chance we met, and friendship grewNow I am here and you are goneAnd I wonder where you areYour memory will stay with meyou leave an ache within my heartBut ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sailing: 9 of 50
She lay hard a port, white foam meeting her railHer scuppers awash and full wind in her sailHer bow cutting clean and her keel holding wellAS she ran for the wind and the rush of the swellThe snap of the jib and the flap of her mainWind singing through ropes taunt from the strainWith rudder hard over curling wake from her ste... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hope: 48 of 265
The dark cloud descends upon meBringing the cold foreboding windShrieking its mournful soundsForetelling of dark thoughtsAnd a darker depressing futurePulling me down into a still darker abyssFrom which no escape seems possibleI fall weightlessScreaming my screams of despairInto the dark vortex of hopelessnessClutching for a ... More..