Kickstart Your Heart

Here’s a list of my latest poems. Go to Kickstart Your Heart to find them all!


  • A Salt-souvenir Lingers
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    Dora Kazmierak https://www.instagram.com/dorakazmierak/ ______________________________________________ On a jagged shoreline white tasselled waves percussively pound; unhindered, wind whisks two solitaries, in silhouette, searching this way and that.   Both disappear, then re-appear, their rain-coated bodies bend; their foraging fingers pull, pluck  purply-green pod-bunches of little-wanted beach weed: sand-sprinkled Sea Purslane.   Bounty bagged, wet-cheeked contenders run to their car, wind slams doors decisively; safely cocooned, exhilarated, their breath mildews... Read more »
  • Old Walls Hide Many Hopes
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    Do we need to pray in special places, kneeling, hand-clasping, hiding our faces? Even for sparrows, God’s deep concern! no need for ritual, nor incense burn…   Old walls hide many hopes hand-written: wails are uttered, weary souls are smitten; such storied stones defy eternal intentions: Messiah upturns rabbinic conventions. __________________________________ * Over a million notes are placed each year…... Read more »
  • would have been
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                                               orchestral stillness                                                            ... Read more »
  • Boarding School Summer Scenes
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    Photos: Dora Kazmierak https://www.instagram.com/dorakazmierak/   1. ‘On The Boards’ blared from boarding school dorms, sunny afternoons, fondly-recalled second form: Rory* sang raw and raucous, urban blues, denim dressed, unpretentious, paid rock dues. 2. See sporty mini-skirted girls, hear ricochet ping, tennis ball bounce off taut racquet strings: shyly watched, well-practiced their aversion, tanned limbs, taut t-shirts tempt court incursion. 3. Authors and artists from... Read more »
  • Suburb Silenced by Snow
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      Suburb silenced by snow, landscape lit by lunar glow, muted the avian allegro.   Hatted, coated, booted walk, scarved mouth muffles talk, spinning tyres skid-squawk.   Sculpture-skeletal naked trees, air stunned, ambushed breeze, dogs frolic, undeterred by freeze.   After winter walk I sit by fire, dancing flames I silently admire, wine and warmth now required.    ... Read more »
  • Marriage Miscellanea: A Thirty Year Calendar
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    Art work and lay-out design by Neringa Normantaite www.nndesignandillustration.com... Read more »
  • Boarding School Troubled Teen
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    Whenever it is discovered that someone attended boarding school, the focus of conversation gets interesting questions. Is it really like the Harry Potter novels? What was the food like? Did you join the pillow-fights? Did many run away? Girls frequently ran away. One of my girlfriends did. So did I. It was... Read more »
  • Boarding School Bullies Failed…
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    In November 2016 I revisited Newtown, my old boarding school. I brought along my friend / photographer, Dora, to capture the spirit of that fondly-recalled, foundational place. Like others, I was bullied a bit but the senior sadists didn’t break my spirit….I was much helped at the time by the... Read more »
  • Dawn Squeezes Through Unbuttoned Shutters
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      Wintry wind tunnel-tumbles through trees: engine-insistent, vacuuming bare boughs; my early a.m. sleep is stolen successfully.   Awakened, yawning, at least luke-warm: mattress generous, antique four poster: snug-soft pillows, duvet bosom-plump.   Short-sighted, grappling the stubborn switch, reluctantly turned on, bedside light soft, thoughts typewriter-tapped on a black tablet.   Dawn squeezes through unbuttoned shutters, I cold water wash, don un-warm clothes, descend the... Read more »
  • Boarding School Scrapbook Scenes
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      Harboured from harm by high stone walls, unacademic and sports-coach never called; – spartan-lunches schooled us in justice, Quaker-soaked silence this rebel trusted.   O sweet those three special girls adored, shoe-skidded those waxed parquet floors; readily I joined rowdy-night pillow fights, unsanctioned walks in early-dawn light.   Long-anticipated each supper dance, psychedelic strobes, surreptitious glances; late-sixties student, born to be wild: underground... Read more »