the Poet ... Bill Temple


The man in the colourful bandana, staring through shaded glasses, at a world that fascinates him on every level. He doesn't see things the way we do. he sees beyond the colors, beyond the structure.

He sees a story in everything, from a speck of dust, to the vast expanse of the universe.  

There are no animate and inanimate objects, just words, waiting to be written.



The tall, white goateed man, with the small gold loop earring. 

He sits, spinning the loop in his left hand, as he becomes lost, in worlds, we can only imagine, stopping only to smile and continue his journey into his own imagination.



His senses provide the inspiration and his mind creates a universe of creativity. 

To be in his mind, would be to wander into a cornucopia of images and colours. To have your senses heightened to a level that you have never experienced.

To be aware of things you didn't even know existed.


He knows not of style or gender. 

There are no structures that he conforms to. He simply writes.



He simply takes what his mind processes and he puts it to paper. 

And we become more enriched because of it.



He has provided many hours of reading experiences for thousands and now ... his last collection. 


This is how he wants to be remembered. 


Take a few minutes and revisit the words that brought you smiles and tears.

Happiness and sadness.

Fear and laughter.


Revisit an old friend.


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intro by :

theoldPoet

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