Contributions to local Newspapers.
Local Radio Short Story Programs.
Local Radio Poetry Programs.
Local Radio Drama.
Contributions to Literary Magazines:
Collected poems - Stockwell, U.K.
Telling the Story - South Carolina, USA.
Belles Lettres - South Carolina, USA.
The... more »
Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
PHIL WINTER Poems
They crowd my dreams each night Faces of strange men Who passed this way before Fired with zeal
They come to the world with nothing Parents forsake them They are left to wander And death for them is the answer!
Meditating In the still of night He transcended space and years And surmounted unimaginable heights
To Be Born
To be born And breathe of life Is a journey you have started.
How long must the corrupt And power hungry prevail? How long must they exist Breaking heart, spirit and will?
Break The Silence
Speak out against the wrongs! Speak out and break the silence! Silence is for those Whom the hand of death has touched,
Cruel Dream Breaker.
You shattered my mind, Dream breaker! When you moved the hands That held me close
</>Human vultures parading this space Death at their side, Death in their stride. Vultures here, vultures everywhere!
Sting Of death
Unfailing sting of death Ruler of passion and whim Men must obey you When you have settled
My spirit sank below the earth As if it had been sleeping And waited with a thirsty heart To know just what was dying.
Tattoo of Misery.
Driven by hunger Scraping barrels The disadvantaged roam the landscape Their presence an unwanted sight
</>Rage! Waits to belch forth Like fired cannons From the forsaken ones.
The Closing Tide.
The closing tide Now steals my breath And flows away from me.
How different when you've reached the top! A flight of stairs, an honored guest; A wave, a smile, a view of life, How different, when you've reached the top!
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
They crowd my dreams each night
Faces of strange men
Who passed this way before
Fired with zeal
To change the world
But never really did!
I feel I know them
Though they lived
Before my time.
I see their faces
In that other world
Despair and hopelessness etched in!
They speak a language
I do not comprehend
So I cannot help them
Though they beckon me!
Gradually, night fades away
And daylight brings me
from the land of dreams
And my rendezvous
With dreamers of yesterday.