Did Michael Just Call My Name?

here we go again eleven of us stuck in tiny black boxes built by servers and routers, from electrons, silicon and glass the usual yawnfest every damned morning at nine and I'm stuck in Box Three Jim just sits there smiling Dwight keeps interrupting while childish Michael our hapless boss has gathered us here to …

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A Love Sestina

~~ A Love Sestina ~~ the warmth of your sweet love does fill my yearning heart it burns within our kiss and sparkles in your smile such that the flow of time is gently put on hold together we will hold a crucible of love we'll stir it over time and forge a common heart …

Ready and Waiting

I’ve known some lovely women o’er the yearsHad ups and downs enough to surely knowMy earnest heart’s had lots of time to growWell-tempered, it's known happy times and tearsMy life is almost always filled with joyHowever what I’m missing is a mateI’m trying to be a patient man and waitShe doesn’t have to be Helen …

The Kiss

🙂 To hear this poem, use the player below. 🙂 The Kiss by Paul Raworth Bennett When you're nearby you spark in me desire A primal urge to have our bodies meet So we might make a lengthy moment sweet Let's join our mouths and set ourselves on fire So let us both draw near …

The Bard’s Kiss

🙂 To hear this poem, use the player below. 🙂 The Bard's Kiss by Paul Raworth Bennett When thou art near thou spark in me desire A primal urge to has’t our bodies meet And maketh now a lengthy moment sweet Let us join lips, setteth ourselves on fire Alloweth us draw near and close …

Happy for Her

~ for S.L. ~ The other day, in the wee hours While I couldn't sleep A pencil sketch - long and tenderly held, within my heart - Fading, yet never doomed to oblivion Emerged from my nimble fingertips It was of her and me, aged five and seven Carefree and innocent Walking together along the …

My First Kiss

~~ for Lynn S ~~ While staring holes into the sea-foam patterns slipping away in the ferry's wake, my father's arm gently draped across my small, skinny shoulders, I felt for the first time a melancholy, a sadness, a yearning that I'll never forget. I was eight during that sunny August of 1972, and my …