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A Smile
I have a SEED
Somewhere within I am
Hugo
Letter to My Brother Frank
Dictation for a Dictator
An Open Door; Heed It
Toast to You
Gleaming Eyes
Said Ken to Me
Count to Satan
Loneliness
Reflective Voyage
Pick up the Pail
Death Today
Quick Life
Old Man's Whistle
God Is:
Each Season
As If Infinity
One Hears the Tune
Have I forgotten Jesus?
Brain Damage
Church Description
Den
Death in a Jungle
Ten Lines
Nature's Law
It's Still Sad
The Flea Tree
Gain or Lose
Going Away from Here
Nightmare
Talking about People
Towns and their People
Dear, Dear, Dearest
Population
Top Line
Mountains Reach
Upon these Grounds
A Ship?
Let the Timbers Shake
Wladyshaw
Winds of Fate
Sweet Young Girl
Fingers of Nature
The Lord Spoke
The Celtic Told Me
Mary
Poem to Pat
A Free Man
Poem


The Celtic told me of stories
that may be true or false.
Of a great God and all His glories.
That may be true or false.

And time, for sure, is of no essence
within eternity.
And pain has no true lasting presence
for those who do believe.

But believe I do, I told him so
yet pain is all my day.
And believe I do, I told him so
while pain was all my way.

Year and two in wedlock I was now
with dreams still of Janice.
And all this love dropping from my brow
I hid with so much risk.

It is not that bad, the Celtic said.
One falls in love with life.
But life is time which burrows ahead.
One falls in love with life?

My hands do shake, my head does hurt
and you speak of a god?
Nickel's lending, that's its worth
for those who seek the sod.

But if you find an answer for me
to wipe her from my mind,
then marriage will be peaceful for me
and I will give you my time.

This poem got me in so much trouble with Patty, my wife. However, it was written several years before I ever met Pat - my first wife. Janice Sciambia was my teenage romance.