Biography of Albert Ahearn
I am a rogue poet that rarely follows traditional poetic form. I write for my own pleasure only, not for consensus.
I am intelligent and eccentric. I can be profound or profane. I dance to the beat of one drum- the drum that I created.
I know what love is but I am confounded by hate. I believe in a higher order of things; at the same time, I am repelled by false tenets and promises that the gullible majority is fettered to.
I believe that independence and individual achievement enable society to survive and thrive. I dismiss faith and hope beyond empirical reason-the kind that makes an independent, free-thinking mind feeble.
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- Idiom: No love Lost
- Splendor in the grass
- If I were...
- Maple Leaf
- The Price Of War
- Poets Are Born
- Slow down, smell the Roses
- Greenhouse Gas (Triolet)
- Waning Love
- Fourteen Verses
- What makes a marriage?
- Not All Pigs Oink
“Look! The aging poet sleepwalks again.”
“Sir, should we wake him from his nightly tour? ”
“No! God no! His heart could not stand the strain.”
“He’s heading for the open study door.
His ambulant steps on the floorboards creak
With every step along the corridor.”
“Listen! The bard is beginning to speak.
Let’s heed his words, step softly on the floor.”