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Well to begin with I am a man. Why ? Because its my job and I like it. I love life and all it has to offer. I also love to travel and I am able to do so with frequency. I also like to go on fishing and camping trips. My friends are varied although few but with those whom I call my friends, I am able to be myself and hide nothing. Most of my poems that I have penned have been written over a period of years and although there have been suggestions about publishing them in fact I prefer not to. I do have one special lady in my life and most of the latest poems have been written especially for her or they are dedicated to her. If you wish to use my poetry for any reason other than advertising, please e-mail for permission to use, as I retain all rights and copyrights to my work. Thank you. In closing I wish you a long life and all the happiness you dream of. Mike. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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My poems cut across all sections of the senses. Whether you are in love or being loved. If you have been spurned. If you are being persued unwantingly. If you fear the answer to you plea of love will be scorned. Then there are the others. My own adventures. My feelings. Planetary issues or just plain fun. My hope is that whatever your own feelings are, you will enjoy my poems. If you wish to read a short story. I also have some of those. Welcome to my page and enjoy. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Somewhere its standing, alone but still free, The most wonderful sight that mans eyes may see but because of mans greed its the only one left and its secret I shall keep till I die. We badly neglected the things we need most. We hack down the trees, their branches to roast. To make toys for our children just so we may boast. Who cares for the forests, the trees in the wood. I know of a place, no law says its wrong, where a tree stands alone, so majestic so strong. It faces the four winds, the rain and the hail but before one enemy it only can fail, the human race! Apart from me, who cares for what happens to the trees? whose branches now solomnly hang. There may be a few of us left in the world, the rest just don't give a damn. Mike � 1968 �
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