“Every poet will forever try to write the greatest poem ever written, I have found that this kind of poem can be written with “One” word. And that word consists of a beauty beyond any measure to man and one of the most beauty creations to grace the presents of man. That one word poem is…….. “YOU”

“We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.”

“In the eyes of others a man is a poet if he has written one good poem. In his own he is only a poet at the moment when he is making his last revision to a new poem. The moment before, he was still only a potential poet; the moment after, he is a man who has ceased to write poetry, perhaps forever.”

“Writers are not called poets just because they make words rhyme. Poets respond to an inner calling that enables them to add symmetry to mere vocabulary in such a way as to resonate beyond our minds to our souls. Poetry though, however sublime, does not end with words. The most beautiful verses are poems of affection. A hug is a poem of tenderness spoken with our arms. The act of love is a sonnet written by the passion of two authors. A newborn child is a poem of Divinity in human form; whose birth is an expression of the miracle of creation. If our perceptions are such that we do not acknowledge any of the above, perhaps we need to reestablish the link to the Poet who lives in each of us.”

“I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.”

“I have lain awake in the darkness many nightsThinking of poems, going to sleep on poems,Finally,with the darkness closing onThe bright remembered words. I have thought of the darknessClosing on the world, the words of the poems forgotten,All the great beautiful words of the poemsFading from the mind of the world, let goSlowly, unknowingly, as from the mindOf one diseased the light of man's endeavorFades to the idiot darkness and is lost.Part of the darkness, I have lain awakeWatching the poems of the world fade out like stars.”