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Poems by Sea and Moonlight
Beach
Near Troy
A
Smile
I
have a SEED
Somewhere
within I am
Hugo
Letter
to My Brother Frank
Dictation
for a Dictator
An
Open Door; Heed It
Toast
to You
Gleaming
Eyes
Said
Ken to Me
Count
to Satan
Loneliness
Reflective
Voyage
Pick
up the Pail
Death
Today
Quick
Life
Old
Man's Whistle
God
Is:
Each
Season
As
If Infinity
One
Hears the Tune
Have
I forgotten Jesus?
Brain
Damage
Church
Description
Den
Death
in a Jungle
Ten
Lines
Nature's
Law
It's
Still Sad
The
Flea Tree
Gain
or Lose
Going
Away from Here
Nightmare
Talking
about People
Towns
and their People
Dear,
Dear, Dearest
Population
Top
Line
Mountains
Reach
Upon
these Grounds
A
Ship?
Let
the Timbers Shake
Wladyshaw
Winds
of Fate
Sweet
Young Girl
Fingers
of Nature
The
Lord Spoke
The
Celtic Told Me
Mary
Poem
to Pat
A
Free Man
Poem |
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Poems by Sea and Moonlight was
published by Exposition Press in the Autumn of 1971. All my poetry
was originally written on napkins during routines of playing 'hookie'
from school. First during the late sixties at Sip 'n' Soda
luncheonette in Southampton, NY and the remainder of the work at
another soda jerk in West Babylon, NY. After choosing the poems
listed at your left for publication, I never wrote poetry again. Some
lyric, but no poetry. My Anthroplogy work consists solely of poems
not chosen for Poems by Sea and Moonlight.
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I have included notes from
time to time which may shed some light on the poem's topic or to whom
the poem was written for or about.
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I am proud of the body of work although,
from 30 years hence, I must concede that my imagination was fully in
gear and very 60's - which we were all during those times. I do
appreciate on one hand the innocence of my youth while also decrying
it's lack of vision. But then, isn't that what youth is all about?
Surely, it is. |
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Click freely on the titles to
your left. They will return you to a page containing one or more
poems. Thank you for you attention, and enjoy. |
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The Book's Dedication
From the transmitter created
for the outlet in our homes, comes the tyranny of ideas impaled upon
our minds. Open ends of cut wires televising, externally telephoning,
highways of abstract and physical formation for individualizing all
minor ideals to one glorious Mass Media.
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