Poetry

The poems in this 2017 .pdf document are early versions. Many have been edited since then. The current versions are available by browsing my blog. What I like in this version, though,is the introduction. What I said about being amazed that people reacted positively to my poems even though I felt, and still feel, that I don't yet "grok"* the art of poesy. There is something special, even spiritual, in a poem from a poet who does. I can detect it, but I have yet to duplicate it. But, ever since my second year in college, my fondest desire was to achieve that level of art. Grok, or no grok, I hope that my attempts are of some use to you and that they resonate with some kind of helpful chord.
VMK

Here's a preview of a new poem, a work-in-progress, not the final version:
PHOTONS
(© all the usual "blah, blah blah")
Photons are everything
Photons compose everything,
They emmanate from beyond everything.
Photons paint pictures on the backs of our eyes
And, sometimes, on our mind's eye.
Photons aid fungal mycelia
To carry messages beneath the forrest floor,
Sharing the needs of the "higher" plants.

Photons enable our own unselfish prayers to reach
The God of all universes.
Photons enable miracles.

*Grok
"The word "grok", coined in the novel[Stranger in a Strange Land], made its way into the English language. In Heinlein's invented Martian language, "grok" literally means "to drink" and figuratively means "to comprehend", "to love", and "to be one with". The word rapidly became common parlance among science fiction fans, hippies, and later computer programmers[20] and hackers,[21] and has since entered the Oxford English Dictionary.[22]"