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Welcome to the Guest Poet area of the N2K Poetry Corner.  

The following featured poets have graciously allowed our site to publish a few of their works.  


 

Mr. Warren (P) McDonald 

Warren (P) is a consummate  musician and a natural poet who happens to be working as a computer weenie.   In many ways he is a shy and sensitive kind of man.  This is probably the reason why he does not seem to have difficulty finding women who are interested in him.  It may also account for the fact that he is not yet married with a dozen kids.   Warren is a generous man that seems to be constantly at battle with his humanity and his humility.  What I like about Warren is the internal strength that he obtains through this sensitivity.  This sometimes makes him seem indecisive and that puts some authoritarian people off.  It also however shows how deeply considerate he is of the ideas and ideals that he is delivering.  This is the mark of an artist.  I doubt if Mr. (P) is always quite willing to recognize that his kind and gentle bohemian personality is what makes his qualities so outstanding as an artist and as a friend.  His poetry speaks for itself.

Note: Apparently the "P" seems to stand for anything that Warren wants it to at any given moment.


 

 

A  Dog Man's Waiting

 By Warren (P) McDonald

Copyright (c) 2001 Warren McDonald

 

Each day you eagerly walked with me to keep me from harmís way.

Patiently you waited, until the train had pulled away.

But each night when the train returned, you heard that whistle blow,     

And I could see you waiting there as I looked out the window.

 

Gentle heartbeat by my side, meet me from a weary ride.  

Masterís come to take you home, when you hear that whistle blow.

 

One night while I was working late, the Angels called my name.

For the next 10 years you waited, as each day ended the same.

I never even said goodbye, so how were you to know?

You kept your vigil to the station when you heard that whistle blow.

 

Gentle heartbeat by my side, meet me from a weary ride.  

Masterís come to take you home, when you hear that whistle blow.

 

Your final eve of waiting, it happened unexplained.  

Your last night at the station, you boarded on the train.

For one last time the whistle blew, the ride came to an end.

Iíve been waiting for you at this station for the last 10 years, my friend.

 

Gentle heartbeat by my side, meet me from a weary ride.  

Masterís come to take you home, when you hear that whistle blow.

 

Good dog.

 


 

October Dream

By Warren (P) McDonald

Copyright (c) 2001 Warren McDonald

 

I had  a dream of a summer place, your heart, my heart, in the same time and space.

Sunlight reflecting through streaks in your hair, a whispered I love you, I want to be there.

I try to abate those places we are not, try to forget, forget I cannot,

The feel of you next to me, I treasured dear, for when you were with me, my Heaven was near.

I had a dream of a summer place, you and me in the same time and space.

But you had to go, you felt not the same, I still whispered I love you, tears carried the pain.

I still do not go to those places I miss, my heart will heal, if I can forget of your kiss.

I awoke from my sleep, alone but aware, how fondly Iíll remember you, and how much I care. 


 

 

 

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