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Poems – arranged alphabetically, excluding ‘a/the/that/this etc.’ from the title start
• 9/11/2001 – remembering that terrible day in 2001.
• à Dieu – sort of about, among other things, Impressionism
• A little lie is not too bad a thing – humor about effecting what people say about you after you die
• A river flows to the sea – death is the mercy of God
• Alas for we who remain – how to justify sacrifice to those you leave behind?
• All grown up – you do your best for your children, but there comes a time…
• An early fall walk in the evening – when I felt like some wild grapes
• And each duly sets – on our relationship with the Covenant
• And me, who could start an argument in an empty room – learning humility
• And so bound – on our relationship with the Covenant
• And so we will – a love poem for my wife on the sadness of our rare separation
• And that’s just you – a poem for my wonderful sister
• Another day of Fasting – on participating in the Bahá’í Fast
• As my friend lay before me dying – free will, does it exist? Beyond the grave?
• As it will – what to do when tragedy strikes
• As should we all – on war, about the death of the last combatant of World War 1, the Great War
• As were they – spirits set free
• At a cafe, watching – there is hope in the younger generations
• Atomicly – how we misunderstand our relationship with God
• Aunt Vi – a beloved and remembered grandmother figure
• Behind us only justice – the world is in travail
• Big Thetas, Omegas, and O’s – a mathematical rationale for not sweating the small stuff
• Blessed be the hand that slips – about memories
• That boulevard – a story of overcoming African culture clash
• Breath – a serious attempt at a real haiku
• The calculus of feeling – a poem on addiction
• The candle – sacrifice
• Certitude – for my persecuted Bahá’í brothers and sisters in the Middle East
• C’était à Amboise, en Touraine, en France – a love sonnet to my beautiful wife
• Cheers – my relationship with my father
• Chemo Café – a poem by Julia Dean-Richards; re-posted with permission.
• Christmas 2 a.m. – fond family memories
• The church on the hill – my relationship with the Catholic Church and my father
• The circle – the spiritual qualities of a circle; (not near as boring as you’d think)
• Closer to you now – the joy of love
• Comes an age – the transition of life as we get older, and the sadness that accrues
• The Copper Tree Tops – by Lyn Tolar; on fasting
• The curious thing – self-awareness
• Dance – pure radiant joy
• That day Spaz tried to kill me – on the death of a dear friend
• Detachment – controlling what you can, releasing the rest
• Dignity – hanging on to warmth
• Divorced from reality – trying to deal with the inexplicable
• Do you? – growing older, reminiscing; co-written with Julia Dean-Richards
• Do you know a gardener? – on the sometimes pain of relationships
• Doesn’t it? – on disappointment, as we grow older
• Doggerel – which I assure you it is
• Do I even want to? – while the grief of losing Lyn, my wife, ever depart?
• The doily – about a small treasure handmade by my mother
• Don’t grock shibboleths, do you? – on self-esteem
• Enough – love is the protection from fears
• Entropy – the passage of time
• Every truth – achieving a state of grace
• Everyone should know where they come from – a story of Dharaa
• Eye-to-eye – a story of culture shock
• Faith – for my wonderful wife, Lyn
• The fantasy is over, dear, – the heart of love
• Fertile ground – when children grow up
• First – life can be painful, but that is what makes us, us
• The first of forever – a commentary on the story of Abraham and Ishmael
• Fix – dealing with a broken heart
• Floating – dedicated to my wife, Lyn after a trip to Sedona, AZ
• The flow – a collaborative poem by the PenDragons, on freedom
• Forbidden – on free will
• A force in some known direction – learning humility
• Free to fly – the near death of my father
• From the cradle – a poem written using only the most basic 100 words of English
• The gardener’s heart – roses, bloody roses. And yet…
• Gadfly – developing compassion as protection from suffering
• The generation of love – the world is in travail and we are awaiting a change
• George Harrison’s 12 string Rickenbacker – memories and aging
• Ger tzedek – death and dying; another poem on the passing of Carl Russo
• Go before me – for Lyn; I never want her to miss me
• Gone in the blood – remembering my cousins
• A grasping man – on pain
• Hamlet – a third poem based on the postulate, “I think, therefore I am.” See also “Philosophy” and “Overrated”.
• Hats did – a comment on politeness
• He was wearing his regimental tie – a memory from long ago
• Her gifts – for Lyn and my darling wife’s gifts
• Here, for you – when I was burying my father
• Him, you, them – self-deception while being open and honest about addiction; now, there’s a trick!
• Holiday traditions – my sister’s, and my, memories of Christmas
• The Holy Mariner – The Flood, Noah, and the eternal Covenant of God.
• Hope Marse Robert’ll speak for me – a sad story from the end of the Civil War
• I am no handyman – a poem about my father
• I am not here, but I will always be there – a poem of the House of the Báb
• I awoke with a poem in my hands – on intention
• I have, my love, but one wish – joined in eternity with Lyn, my dear love
• I just can’t till this land no more – learning to let things go
• I remember him best shyly smiling – on the passing of Mark Higgins, my father’s best friend
• I set out to write a book – on regret
• I still would have said it that way – moments that catch you unawares
• If only – a mathematical take on honesty
• If you are reading this, then… – for those who sacrifice for us
• I’m jealous – on being reminded of friendships you screwed up
• I’m tired of all this indecision – on self-awareness; who’s in charge?
• Immolation – for my Bahá’í brothers and sisters in Iran
• In a pentacle – the magic of sacrifice, love and teaching
• In a smithy – sacrifice and submission
• In ev’ry degree – a love sonnet to the love of my life
• In exile – the exiles of Bahá’u’lláh and a lesson for the fast
• In the eye – controlling swirling emotions
• In Normandy, in November – saved by a stranger
• In Rwanda, colline is French for hill – for victims of violence
• In that softened light – recognizing finality
• In the war of my own succession – a little fun at the expense of the transitory nature of fame
• In the wind – a poem pledging support to a friend
• In this glass – on the nature of forgiveness
• In truth we lie – the complexities of honesty
• The irony of elemental questions – why do we not stay true to our nature?
• An issue of privilege – the joy of loving someone for their true self
• It does, the deeper, the harder – the lover’s puzzle, how do you know when you are in it?
• It goes with the territory – growing old is a bitch
• It is in the owing, I think – the debt of a lifetime, especially to our children
• It is in the quiet, – co-written with Michelle Foronda, about her empty family home
• It is not like this, death – time and its relationship to us in death
• It may be too late – regret is a heavy burden, especially for the old
• It truly doesn’t – on detachment
• It’s theirs, after all, and paid for – about the shrine of a mummified woman
• It’s long been said – what poems say about the author
• Jogging – on the power of negativity
• La Jornada del Muerto – empathy for those struck by depression or sadness
• July – on aging and dying; always fun topics
• Just three words – losing yourself
• Just what time is it, anyway? – good advice from a friend
• Keeping count – for the Dawnbreakers
• Knowledge and volition – the accounting of folly
• The knowledge of graves – on the desecration of the Grave of Quddús
• Labour Day – memories of a long time ago…
• Lake 2 ICU – Dealing with my darling Lyn’s stroke…
• Last nights – what do martyrs think of, the night before?
• Laugh out loud – one of my “Epitaph Duet” poems.
• A lesson in photography – the battle between light and dark
• Let go – a prayer of gratitude and submission
• The Letters of the Living – on the sacrifice and strength of the Báb and the Letters of the Living
• Life lesson – life is about passion, not perfection
• Like all illusions, a good trick – trying to understand death
• Like being there – memories of my mother and her love for baseball
• Linger a while—thou art so fair! – the hurt by loved ones is the worst
• Long ago – about praying
• The long wait – what cancer can do to a family
• Long may she reign – the passing of Rags the barn cat
• Looking down – why I love to cycle, sort of
• This long, long night – about sleepless nights and receiving comfort
• Louder – on submission to the Will of God
• Lucinda, the second Lenora – for my wonderful sister
• The magic of old New Orleans – faith, wisdom, trusting in God
• The math of love – remembering the Covenant of God
• A mathematical kōan – are we separate or alone?
• Memories of an altar boy – a story about traditions
• Mercy me – the need for the mercy of God
• Meta, an abstraction of the part – knowledge and humility
• The Mill Manager’s House – a memory from my home town
• The mirror – what is reality?
• The moonlight sonata – unity, through the lens of Beethoven’s masterpiece
• More or less, usually less – the paradox of freedom
• Morning coffee – a PenDragons collaboration; attraction and sparks over coffee
• The music we make together – you are never so old that you do not worry about your children
• My cataract surgery – reflecting on my wife, Lyn’s, surgery
• My epitaph – another of my “Epitaph Duet” poems
• My hero – on schizophrenia
• The next after another – the difficulty of giving service to mankind
• That next one we take – we have lived only one truth, our life
• Nibbling – the slow, steady onslaught of depression
• Nobody gets to kill you but me – a sister’s death
• Nod ‘morning’ when you get to Bodie – time catches us all
• Non-parental events – when you find out a parent or parents are not yours
• Not by half – on the passing of Mirza Mihdi, the Purest Branch
• Not so different, he and I – where angels do not fear to tread
• Of those who are grateful – being loved, supported and loved by my wife
• Oh-so-softly – letting go the fear of aging
• Oh the parent who does not know this – being a parent is hard
• On a skidding bike – sometime you can decide to embrace a fall
• On this bridge, as far as I can see – when we fail our principles
• One by one by one – about humility and grace
• One fall drive in the Poconos – a moment of relaxation and relief
• One-hit-wonder – you never knew when you have it so good
• Once skiing – on detachment
• The orange tree – the martyrdom of the ten angels of Shiraz
• Overrated – a second poem based on the postulate, “I think, therefore I am.” See also “Philosophy” and “Hamlet”.
• Pain – chronic pain is a true misery. By my sister, Cindy Hayden.
• Pain in a blind eye – another mass shooting and I am sickened by it. Again…
• Patrick/Marian Burnett’s “After Seven Years” – to my departed friend, Patrick Burnett/a poem by Marian, Patrick’s wife.
• A peaceful forest – contemplation and submission of the end of things
• Perhaps famous then – to quote the Beatles, “I want to be a paperback writer…” Well, sort of, anyway.
• Philosophy – a first poem based on the postulate, “I think, therefore I am.” See also “Overrated” and “Hamlet”.
• The phoenix – worrying about those we love
• Please – a poem dedicated to the Yarán
• Pray – how easily superstition can reign us
• The princess’ story – the destruction and pain of child abuse
• That privilege – growing older, remembering shoveling snow after a storm
• A quiet tale of a scalpel and a brush – on want and addiction
• The quilt – on sharing ourselves and teaching our love
• Rags, long did she reign – my reaction to smug superiority in the face of tragedy
• Rag-tag relics on a rag-tag road – teaching what we believe in
• Recovery’s a bitch -a poem on addiction
• Rend – the meek shall inherit the earth
• Repeat, as necessary – classic depressed avoidance technique
• The rest is not silence – on death and redemption
• The ride – life choices
• Roar – on the passing of my father
• The Royal Stores – memories of growing up in a small town
• The sad, dark tragedy of Fritz Haber – the tragedy of willing to pay any price for knowledge and advancement
• Sailor’s Creek – the end of the US Civil War
• Salt of the earth – a lesson in generosity
• Schizophrenia – a terrible disease to be burdened with
• Self-portrait – a rather obvious title, one would think
• That selfie you took – we, like every generation, are fading away and don’t know it
• Seven rocks in the garden – a poem for the Seven Martyrs of Tehran
• Shame at the grocery store – the terrible way we treat the poor
• She said she said – a double layered poem about communication and understanding
• Shouting – the language of actions
• So what then – failing to take the chance
• Soaring – spiritual transformation
• Solo goes solo with nothing – about my son; growing up, love
• Some haiku – love and life
• Something to hold on to – losing a loved one
• Sometimes, it’s all you have – the pain and worry of raising children
• Soulfullness – living in the scale of life
• Soulless – because you have one does not mean you deserve one
• Spiced, as it were – the recipe of my life
• The steed of the Valley of Love is pain – on the ferocity of love and faith
• Still, as the moment lingers on – self-destruction is never far away
• Storm spotting – dealing with depression
• Straight for the heart – on domestic violence and protecting yourself; also guns
• Surely, it’s both – the irony of sadness
• Tá brón orm – sorrow is on me; a poem about Lyn, my wife’s passing
• Talking With Mr. Mahrami – about the passing of a Bahá’í martyr
• Take me—a prayer – on longing and the comfort of prayer
• Tell me again, will you? – persistence is more important than failure
• Thanksgiving Day blues – compassion for those who do evil
• That terrible lover – a poem on addiction
• That tree – a poem for and about my father
• There – a poem about my sister, Cindy Hayden
• There, but for the grace of God… – questioning questioning
• This time it would be different – the hope of redemption after failure
• This too grew in the telling – my love of Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings
• To see all the better – death and dying; on the passing of Carl Russo, a dear friend
• To springdom come – the qualities of spring, sort of
• To the test – on the Martyrdom of the Báb, the Prophet-Herald of the Bahá’í Faith
• To those I should have loved more – on forgiving yourself
• To trust – on being detached, but not emotionally distance
• Too close for comfort – disunity can happen; how to deal with it
• Transcendence – the result of pure love
• Trompe-l’œil – who we are
• True lessons – a (hopefully) humerus look at pain
• Until we’re all together again – the joy of Christmas with family
• Upon a time – a memory from when I lived in Africa
• Ups, ups and more ups – on acceptance of your life
• Us Anonymous – on detachment, sort of, I think
• Vision – understanding the world
• Vocatus – on depression and surviving it
• The warp and woof of creation – on our place in eternity
• Weights – the burden of emotional memories
• The well of fire – on submitting to the will of God
• What I owe – sharing what you are
• What matters – remembering my mother; where did our politeness go?
• When it was just a game – on divorce
• When you walk alone – the demon we meet is us, our egos
• Where else? – about the suicide of Nabil, author of The Dawn-Breakers
• Where the light dazzles – on the loss of my darling wife, Lyn. What are we really?
• Where you draw your line – a meditation on life
• Who teaches, learns – there’s truth in that!
• Who will pray for me? – dealing with the pain of raising children
• Why, oh why – a villanelle on breaking up
• Will – looking to the future
• With a little love – for those who endure
• Worthy – one perspective of the turn of the 21st Century
• Words, they hear you say them – the power of the words of God to move us
• You Ulysses – a poem about parenthood
• Zodiac – thoughts on the idea of fate
How many have I read so far. Just having a feast reading poems…
Thank you so much! I’m actually in the middle, well, start really of starting from the very beginning and revising everything, making the style and punctuation more consistent. I am very happy that you are enjoying them and humbly sincere when I say thank you.