Born in Warwickshire, England Brought up and educated in Lancashire Served in HM Forces for ten years Now live in Spain. Interests: Writing, Poetry, Photography, Painting with Pastels, Peace & Justice, International Relations, British & European History ,Ignatian Spirituality and other Spiritualities, The Slav Composers, Contemplation, Meditation and my two dogs. Work: Spiritual Direction & Writing In many ways I have discovered my true self which has been a very illuminating experience. After a life of conformity I am now free to express myself and find poetry a means to achieve this. I believe conformity robs us of our individuality. To write prose, poetry, to paint or compose music we need to be completely liberated otherwise we produce what other people want to hear or see and not what we want to say or achieve. I am passionately opposed to any form of prejudice as I consider it to be one of the greatest evils of humankind. I am an activist for peace and justice. As poetry is a highly subjective genre I am reminded by a friend of mine, who is a professional photographer and artist, that one´s poems need no introduction or explanation. They should be open to interpretation only. I wonder how other poets view this. I welcome all constructive criticism as I often feel the need for some direction. Thank you
Faces in Shadows In the furtive light of dusk blurred figures in constant motion some homeward bound with purposeful gait of intent other lone figures who welcome the night delay wandering with predatory delight who live on the fringes of light Day has gone yet they remain those few who are not the same Light diminishes in intensity in a few it awakens urgent necessity They roam alone in the gloom in search of a friend with a room Faces brush by with suspicious ease glances which betray a sensual tease Hands touch, expressions beckon often all is accomplished in a second Night seduces its predators on to secluded corners of fun Havens of passion, soon are reached as fumbling gropings surge unleashed Bated breath with gasps of relief done as if a skulking thief Moments too precious to secure times of heated passion do procure Soon to rejoin those with gait renewed to homes where nought is so lewd Nights of love hastily grasped now long since passed Replaced by neon light now do lure have made the Faces more secure (A Cameo of gay life in the UK prior to legalisation)
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