Once long ago

these are a group of poems written about thirty years ago about the exploring of admiting

                        

                  You walked up the hill

                                               cool I looked

                   Hope in that bound

                                               I don't know

                   You walked up the hill

                                               I stay sight

                    Caught from that tight boy

                                               A sudden ache

                    Sun tints about so shyly

                    My footsteps pass his window

                    The clear envoy of your voice

                    At dusk dawn blonde approaches

                    Bright evening wandering feet

                    About tiredness desire drifts

                    If and only if

                    Imagination is not perfection

                    Dark is my silence

                                              lost and wordless

                    Just showing leaps shy

                                              gaze and wonder

                    Can you really know 

                                              in stock phrases

                    I hold you now 

                                              so naturally

                   Looped looped in a knot

                                              ends are starts

                   Not woken or sleeped

                                             aberate 

                   I so dare state

                                             negation 

                   there's no real us

                                             yet there is

                   Late amazement voice found

                                            such my happiness

                   Dazzle close sound lays

                                            justice sorrows

                   Flights across blue sky

                                            soft and calls

                   Remarks on ornate ducks 

                                           tone awaits

                  Summing after affections display

                  Clearing our private creases

                  Declaring each others shyness

                  We smile glances departing

                  The day muses thus

                                          a dull ache

                  Our gentle yellow

                                          folds so bright

                  Did I turning prove

                                          my love real?

                  Was triumph shining 

                                          from your smile? 

                  Pigeon on the tower

                                          sounding bells

                  Spring blossoms wear musk

                                           honey dusk

                  Passing the Pyghtle

                                           footsteps cite

                  The text of exiles 

                                           misgivings

 

                                         

  

                

Reviews

[Wintershade]

I really enjoyed this; the meter you used was very creative, I thought. Also, the tone of this poem is quite 'optimistic' to me, or have I misread it? In any case, I thought it was very well constructed and look forward to reading more from you in the future.
Please feel free to take a look at my work, as well.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

The guarded supremacy for the guided word leaves one full, well done.

[Michael Oliver]

Thank you Thomas - as you imply to say or not to say

[Carlton Carr]

Τђє last line is perfect, Michael, and summed up τђє entire poem for me. Once again τђє images trickled from your words gently and found τђє secret place in my heart where some feelings are kept hidden. Nostalgic and elegant. Thank you.

[Michael Oliver]

Of course SA dude I hope I begin to cast a little light into those hidden crevasses of your soul
read moreOf course SA dude I hope I begin to cast a little light into those hidden crevasses of your soul

[Dr. Wood ?]

well it shows that you were a painter ...Although I knew that before i read this...I enjoyed it..I am not the greatest reviewer in the world because I write simple humour...that rhymes...Still I felt it only courteous to let you know that this was, in my humble opinion, a poem of true stature

[Michael Oliver]

Yes I am thank you so much it is really a sequence of simple verses written over the course of a couple of months.

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write ...Thank you for sharing...:)

[Michael Oliver]

thank you so much glad you found something in it

[Sami Khalil]

I did. You are welcome...:)