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An ode to poets. From Ralph Waldo Emerson: Circles from Essays, First Series
"We value the poet ... In my daily work I incline to repeat my old steps, and do not believe in remedial force, in the power of change and reform. But some Petrarch or Ariosto, filled with the new wine of his imagination, writes me an ode or a brisk romance, full of daring thought and action. He smites and arouses me with his shrill tones, breaks up my whole chain of habits, and I open my eye on my own possibilities."

The selected best
 The New Series

Post October 2002 work.

The America Series

Inspired by a month in the USA.
[A picture of my very young days]
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The Seasons of Harrow, Middlesex
to Paradise
No cause for much concern
Ode to the Symbol
Salty Blues
Grounded Oak Tree
Guitar specifics
Dory and shampoo
Ode Ode
No title
Dedicated to those that have lost someone
For Fatehpur Sikri
Malaika
Pull down the stars and drown them in Saraswati
The sea water washes ashore
Jointly written by 3 people: Poetic trinity
When your gaze
must be readClear as the taste of day
A duet: Red, red wine
Durdle Door
must be readGood Day Home
Fire for Mother Africa
Cleanliness
Theory of Natural Revolution
must be readThe object of the exercise
A lakes' reflection above
And then to you
must be readHiatus
Your earth and my sun
The Canterbury Sails
To hoards of slaves
Romantic Intellectuality in the Desert
Hopes for our moment
must be readBlack Forest Chateau
Chariot of Lapland
Choke lying face down
must be readTo Try
Do Without
must be readFOR THE ESSENCE OF RENNAISANCE
It will take you like that, money
must be readBAILAMOS
Up on the tree-house
Old Gold
Cocktails at the bar
Sorry for a mistake
Hello
Diving from the Dhow
By the Coastal Road
must be readCOCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!
Romeo of the Nile
I am having a dream
Samba on a chair
She put up a fight pointlessly
Hells' Gate
Wow! I am humbled
must be readTWIST AND SHOUT
Focus
Will the storm clear?
A cat came to eat my food
All activities are entertaining
Invent Endless Power
Sun on the Serengeti
must be readChuckleberry Finn
must be readApplaud! The comedy is over
Collective action
Thinking about becoming old
Simplicity
Old archive
Investigating the special sorcery of love / Even if only one is touched / Form letters on a page / Let them free / Sittin' here / The Opening / Left to the Imagination / Kenya / Trust in peace

Poet profiles: Khushil Dep, Mike Schiller, Amit Kothari, Karen

External writers (used with permission):
Ruth Turner: Dreaming of Africa, Laura Markham: When I was a child, Will: The Unworldly Mans' Song, A Dream (by Cloudwalker), I love you more (by Spider)


It is written, "we learn through pain until we evolve to learn through joy."
Funny thing is, that some people hold on to pain like an old friend, and they cannot tell the difference between the open hand that lifts up, and the back hand that beats down. I pray to not be that person.
And I pray that I would rather be poor with a soul that is open to receive and express all the highs and the lows of this life, than the most successful and renowned professional that sold his soul and trampled over the remains of others.
The teachings of Buddha