Biography of Wayne Falconer
I have been writing Poems for many years, mostly I write lyrical poems and some prose poems. I enjoy writing poetry, it is an outlet of sorts that I greatly enjoy. The proof is in the writing, so you might like to checkout my poetry.
Wayne Falconer Poems
In Warsaw Ghetto
Halina remembers how two four year old girls in ghetto sang for their supper but received nothing.
Once Were Hippies
Once we believed our hip universal ideal could challenge how you daily might feel peace, love, musics high freedom vibe would change the negative draining tide.
Ode To Jim Morrison
Hey Jim's dead and gone left me here to sing his song. I've got the shamans muse. I've got the shamans blues.
The Primeval Scream
Primeval scream is buried deep within every mother son.
Gotta Weather The Storm
Friend fell into alcoholic maze the kind who never ceases to amaze leaving me with only words to say sometimes man you gotta weather the storm.
The Pisces Star
They say the pisces fish swims both ways due to contradictory nature. Well man well
The Wintertime Blues
Anna is wearing dark gown winters spells holding her down swear the clocks stopped hope my ears not blocked
Beached Upon Shore
Beached beached beached we are all surely beached upon the shores of life.
Revisiting Bob Dylan
Tonight I'm ringing the praises of Bob Dylan revisiting again, listening to 'Have Mercy' track called 'Ring Those Bells'. Sounds even more profound today
Walking Wildwood Heaven
Wrote outa half asleep barque dream words who rung with mystic theme experience who shone before my eye words I wake under mystic sky.
To Discover Her
Midnight cellphone. Exposed hearts upon loan. Breathe in or out the beat. How did we chance meet?
Tribute To Tom Waits
Tom Waits rings out an eccentric tune. Beneath the bohemian beat flavoured moon. Saluting Ginsberg with a handsome wave. Singing America 'Home of the Brave'.
Rewrite Her Lines
Recently uncovered these lunar lines bout spacey romantic other times within another life I hear her name so listen catch my stargazing game.
I've got the hardcore blues it's a world view thing anew century song to ring catch myself looking left, right
Her Temporary Casanova
Her modern hip casanova
arrived midnight hour.
Bringing his playful style.
Capturing her with his magic,
with all his intense charm.
His presence filled the night.
The old house rocked loud,
under his tuneful beat.