Welcome one, welcome all to the Poets' Enclave. Here you will find the poets mind, the poets heart, the poets soul, poured fourth in thundering verse, or soft sweet lines. In a high passion filled voice or low hushed tone.  In free verse, or rhyme, in long or short time, a poem conveys the writers state of mind. It is a view into the soul of another human being, and it is what makes us all unique and me always kind.

I try to write at least once a week, but I have to admit that I have slowed apace now that my life is more hectic, but I know I will never stop writing poetry; it is in my blood, in my heart, and in my soul. I hope you enjoy the Poets' Enclave and will tell others about it. And please, please if you have a poem or sonnet you would like to post, email it to me and I will display it within these pages without editing or censorship! Please be patient while I put the finishing touch’s on the Enclave, but until then you can read some of my poetry available in the Bard’s Poetry Rooms; Poems A-E, Poems G-L, Poems M-R, and Poems S-Z. These are all of poems, so please respect copyright status! I already have two featured poet’s to showcase; their pages will be coming soon, so please watch for them as well.

Lastly, featured here you will find books from Amazon.com. I will try and include reviews of the books as well. I own some of the books featured here; The Poet’s Market is good, and I highly recommend it! If you click the link it will take you to the Amazon.com home page. Happy reading!

Poet's Market 1999 Edition:

Writer's Digest's annual Poet's Market offers great entertainment value. Sure, it lists a whopping 1,100 journals and magazines, 500 book publishers, and 200 chapbook publishers of poetry. Of course it is a great resource for information on contests, awards, conferences, workshops, organizations, publications, and Web sites of interest to poets. This year's edition even features bold new icons, so that you can expediently locate new markets, significant contact- information changes, online publishers, and publishers that actually pay real money for poems. Hey--if you want to see your verse in print, we can even promise that the information in Poet's Market will lead you to publication.

Poets Guide:

Bugeja is the former poetry columnist for Writer's Digest , as well as a poet in his own right, and he's assembled an invaluable package of information for the bard who knows verse can't be taught -- it can't -- but wants the goods on organizing and publicizing readings, compiling chapbooks, submitting to magazines, negotiating with editors, etc. It may not be art, but it's vital, because, as Bugeja notes in his preface, "... I stopped believing good work speaks for itself... (it) speaks for itself in front of the right editor."

A Poetry Handbook:

This slender guide by Mary Oliver deserves a place on the shelves of any budding poet. In clear, accessible prose, Oliver (winner of both the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award for poetry) arms the reader with an understanding of the technical aspects of poetry writing. Her lessons on sound, line (length, meter, breaks), poetic forms (and lack thereof), tone, imagery, and revision are illustrated by a handful of wonderful poems (too bad Oliver was so modest as to not include her own). What could have been a dry account is infused throughout with Oliver's passion for her subject, which she describes as "a kind of possible love affair between something like the heart (that courageous but also shy factory of emotion) and the learned skills of the conscious mind." One comes away from this volume feeling both empowered and daunted. Writing poetry is good, hard work.

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Let me take you to the waters edge
And slowly undress you behind the hedge.
Let me lead you into a crystal lake
Your skin to wash, every scare I will trace.
Your lips to kiss, the pain I will erase.
Your body to worship, and fawn upon.
Your hair to lather, until it smells
As fresh as the dawn air.

Let me dry you off under the mid-day sun.
Apply your lotion with gentle hands, full of fun.
Let me brush your hair a thousand strokes,
Until it shines and flows
Like a river does to the sea.
Let me dress you down in sun kissed clothing.
In a yellow sundress, with bright red flowers
Your bare back showing,
Helpless in your power.

Let me hold you gently in my arms
And win you over with my charms.
Let me ease away all of your fears.
Kiss your cheeks, dry your running tears.
Let me caress you in soft places.
Your wrists so tender.
Your palms so wise.
Your shoulders, so soft.
Your neck so sensitive.
Your breasts so round,
Your thighs so smooth and sexy,
Your mount so responsive, sweet and moist.
To the pleasure oasis we will travel,
And a thousand throaty sighs you will voice.
Let me take you to the waters edge
And take you to a whole new land,
One full of promises kept
And dreams fulfilled.
One of romance and light
And flowers colorful and bright.
One of gentle embraces
And clouds trimmed with gold laces.
One of soft caresses
And the sweet dance of bodies pressing,
Natural pleasure they do seek.

Let me take you to the waters edge
And slowly undress you behind the hedge.

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Deliver me oh lord from myself
Deliver me from hate.
Deliver me oh lord from pain.
Deliver me from fear.
Deliver me oh lord, deliver me.

Deliver me oh lord from feeling of guilt,
That haunt my waking hours.
Deliver me oh lord from feelings of envy,
That cause me to covet another's wares.
Deliver me oh lord from feelings of anger,
That cause me to lash out at others.
Deliver me oh lord, deliver me.

Are you out there really oh lord,
Can you hear my prays?
And if you really are out there oh lord
Do you really care;
About this man who has lost his way
And seeks your guidance oh my lord, he seeks it everyday?

Help me oh lord to find my way.
Help me to find love and tenderness in my heart.
Strength and wisdom in my soul.
Help me oh lord to find my way.
To a path that shines to a brighter day.
Deliver me oh lord, deliver me.

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Sonnet I

My love, my love is like a flower new born.
Under the winter snow a seed waits.
Await it does, the warmth and kindness of sunlight,
And the sweet rain of love to grow.
So hast my love waited for thee.
The warmth of thy heart made the seed of my love take root.
The kindness of thy soul caused the pedals of my love to bloom,
Fresh and vibrant, colorful and new.
My love for thee blossoms like a soft red rose,
Bright and brilliant.
My love for thee grows like a lily in the field.
My love for thee is exciting and exotic as an orchid on high.
My love for thee will sustain me and thee
Throughout the four seasons of our life's.

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I hold thee in the surging surf.
Our naked bodies mesh.
Man inside woman, sweet release.
Sweet sighs under heaven gaze.
Far out to sea a swell it builds.
It waves and whispers our names,
As we make sweet love in its brethren's mane.
Sand and surf we roll and gasp.
Our fingers intertwined our sexes mingle.
Breast to chest our nipples touch, they tingle.
Our bodies roll you ride me sweet,
Thy breasts I fondle, so full of heat.
Our love envelops our heart so tender.
As our essence' mix in passions splendor.

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