My mothers brother used to write poetry. Unfortunately he got killed in WWII and his poems were never published. I guess poetry is in my blood. I loved poetry all my life. I watch the news. I read newspapers. I have dreams, and yes, I get up in the morning and turn them into poems emphazing human feelings of todays life.
Poetry is my passion. It was and always will be in my heart.
Through my whole life I loved poetry. I was inspired by my feelings of today’s life. Love, campation, understanding as well as fear. Three of my poems discribes the fear, pain and trembling in our life…….yes crime.