Night Writer ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

I watch my pen slowly rise Floating in front of me I reach for it but it disappears It's a game it plays When it needs to write “OK, let's write,” I say And it stops, letting me take it My pen is my alarm clock Always reminding me when it is time to write... Continue Reading →


Not What I Wanted To Hear ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

The news was bad the other day So were the results of my lung tests It seems I'm working with only 51% of capacity My cardiologist says “No surgery for you” “Your abdominal hernia will have to stay And your heart is still out of rhythm I'm sending you to a lung doctor To see... Continue Reading →

Why I write poetry? – Guest Post by Robbie Cheadle…

A great post by Robbie Cheadle on why she writes poetry, plus two very moving poems!

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Writing poetry, for me, is an escape valve that I use to download my thoughts about situations and circumstances that cause me great stress and turbulent emotion. I have never been a person who wrote poems about beautiful things and nature, although I enjoy reading this type of poetry myself as I find it soothing.

My poetry is usually an outpouring of emotion, often fueled by my own inability to find a solution or remedy to a given situation. I express myself in words to release my anguish and I find it does work well for me.

Open a new door, the book of poems I wrote with fellow poet, Kim Blades, includes a lot of poems about poverty, corruption and the frustration and pain of life for many people living in Southern Africa. Kim’s poetry is like mine in this respect, although nature conservation and the threats posed by…

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75 Years Of Living, Loving and Laughing ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Today is my 75th Birthday. I thought it would feel differently but it's just like any other day. Nothing special. No Hallelujah Chorus, no fanfare, no standing ovation. Just a quiet awareness that I am now 75 years old. I've lived for three quarters of a century. Will I make it to 100? Hell Yes!... Continue Reading →

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