This section here has an amusing story. What you see here are about 1/3 of my poems. The other 2/3 were written for my wife, but she considers each poem a treasure, and a treasure is something so precious that you don't share it with anybody. I have two options, then. I can write poems for display here on the website, or I can write poems for her. As she is the inspiration for most of the poems, I really have no choice but to write them for her. Should anything ever change in this regard, you'll see it here first! Actually, she once gave permission to display all of her poems, but I'm quite certain that that was woman-speak, so there would doubtless be unnamed consequences if I actually presented them here.
One of the techniques that I use to assist me on some occasions when writing a poem is to keep a poetry idea bonepile. This is a document that contains lists of words that rhyme, such as rhyme, time, lime, slime, etc. I also place in this bonepile various phrases that have merit but don't make the cut for any poem that I have written. And in addition to the rhymes and phrases I have a set of concepts, ideas that I wish to express in poetic form but for which I haven't found a satisfactory method, yet. These techniques come into play often, but they don't support my concept of immaculate creation very well.
I begin with The Farthest Wave, a poem that speaks to the closeness and remarkable distance of our lives.
Title Poem (unfinished): The Farthest Wave
I. Early Poems
C. The Parlor
G. The Osprey
I. Who Am I?
II. Christmas Poems
III. From Her Perspective
IV. Of Love And Loss
V. Poems for an Occasion
VI. Poems Inspired by Events
VII. Just Poems
B. More Thoughts on Poetry: Illuminating Shadows
C. God in a Box
D. Sunday Scent
VIII. Haiku
A. Haiku for Technical Analysis
B. Haiku for Things Scientific
IX. Poems of Others