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Howling Bloody Hell
Homage to Marcus Slease
ARCHETYPE Sonnet No. 42
Love of Rarest Vintage
Once Upon A Lifetime
Overtones of Holmes
Life's Indelible Beat
Sonnet No. 36–Citation
Chained Tears
Ode to a Bookshop
A Grain of Sand
Europe's Decline
Celtic Vibrations
Morning Mists
Cymru (Wales)
Old Men of My Village
Salt of the Earth
Windy Frenzy
Where the Hand, Human, Went
A Love Song
The Chess players
Love Is So Unwise
The Triple Muse
Spring Rain
Winter Sunset
Always 'There'
Angels in the Sky
Imperishable Essence
Urge of Creation
Collector's Items
Child of Delight
Cleaning out Attics
The Artist
Love's Sublime Echo
No Borders
Honest Song's Measure
Sappho's Echo
Fullest Moon
Sonnet No. 19
The Lovers
Mythologies & Deities
Overtones of Robert Frost
Sonnet No. 9


It was a perfect
Love, that had no beginning
And therefore, no end.

It was a divine
Love, which never had the least
Need, to be sorry.

It was a happy
Love, which did not ask to be
Known, by the other.

It was of itself
Pure, a wonderful story
Of a life's longing.

Something out-of-reach
Far beyond the everyday
Full of its own speech.

It spent lingering
Hours, gazing at an image
Full of wise wisdom.

It passed half a life
Walking with the other, down
Perfumed country lanes.

Only in the night's
Dream, did it dare eat a peach
Of rarest vintage !