Renee's 1st Poetry Post:

I have a couple of grim poems in my archives…. somewhere 

one was called The Red Herring, more prose really

then another one

called " I know you Knock" 

It was Part 2 to

 Herman Hess's I Know You Walk…( see below…)

 I think I wrote it in high school… I'll check the cardboard box under my bed.

I Know You Walk

I walk so often, late, along the streets,
Lower my gaze, and hurry, full of dread,
Suddenly, silently, you still might rise
And I would have to gaze on all your grief
With my own eyes,
While you demand your happiness, that's dead.I know, you walk beyond me, every night,
With a coy footfall, in a wretched dress
And walk for money, looking miserable!
Your shoes gather God knows what ugly mess,
The wind plays in your hair with lewd delight---
You walk, and walk, and find no home at all.

Hermann Hess

I have a collection of poems by my friend the Great Late Nova Scotian Poet Garrette Deane.

I will post his poems too.

Here is a picture of him:

He studied, lived and worked in NY then came home to find his mother had died… he went into the house and never left again. He wrote poetry day & night.

I will post a poem here of his later today: 

Dear Team Poets Society,
Please add any poems you like on here. This will be the place we collect and share our poems. Eventually we will print a book and have a poetry reading.