Tulips in April: A Collection of Poems

By Gary Ades Bowker

Tulips in April is a collection of poems written through the years. Most of the poems were written out of a sense of joy. They simply emerge from the thought of someone, an event, a scent, a sense . . . an inner thought. Some of the enclosed poetry comes from rhythm set to words. And some are mirth, simply mirth.

Poetry is energya palpable sense of energy. It comes out of relationships and my response to relationships with people, the earth and its seasons, passions, a sense of the spirit, wonder, awe, the shadow of pathos, and gratitude for the gift of it all.

This book reveals the interiority of my life. One takes a chance when presenting to the world that which springs from deep within. In that chance it is hoped "Tulips in April" will quietly find its way to souls who recognize the love of a small boy who gave his mother a bouquet of tulips on an April day many-many years ago.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 24, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543451764

Gary Ades Bowker

Gary Ades Bowker was born on the shore of Washington's Puget Sound in the moon shadow of Mt. Rainier. He has written for magazines and journals. This is his first publication of poems gathered from the inner pouch of a briefcase he transported from America to Asia, Europe, Africa and the seven seas. At eighty-one he chose to preserve the contents of the briefcase pouch in this small book.

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Copyright © 2017 by Gary Ades Bowker.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2017914323

ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-5434-5178-8

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Rev. date: 11/08/2017

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Contents

Yahoo

Worked Yesterday

Wishes

Winter Wills

Where Rivers Meet

When Next

Wending Leaves

Valentine

Valedictory

Twelve and Ten

Tulips in April

Toodle Loo

To Stand Among Men

To Sovereign Sail

To Pick a Day

Time

’Til Never

There

Then

The Waiting

The Step

The Ring

The Pilgrim Soul

The Last Trapeze

The Earl’s Girl

The ⁴th of July

That’s That

Swishing

Summer Magic

Steps

Spring of ’06

Spelling

Skibe

Seventy-Two

Seuss

Seaside

Scribbled Knots

Samaritan

Route 2

Remembering

Rain

Quick Jaw Magraw

Penultimate..November

Penny Rich

Pasque

Paint

Over Easy

Oliver Cheesecake

Old Kings

Old Friends

Oh Honey O

Next Wednesday

nee

Miss ya Bill

Miracles

Life

Laz

La Piqurie

La Mia Giulietta

Kingdom

Just Ignore

July

Joe

Inspiration

I Will!

Horses and Goats

Hold On Tight

Gone

Four More to March

Fathom

Enuma Elis

Emily’s Heart

Doodle Dust

Dithering

Dating

Dance

Coronation

Come..Sleep

Coal Train

Clueless

Click

Butterflies

Bumping Seventy

Bubbles

Bravado

Bona Fide

Bobby Cratchett

Blink

Birthdays

Audation

At The End

At Seventy…One

As Petals Fall

Arrow

April First

An Old Salt

Along the Wall

Abigail Gump

A Word, Maybe Two

1968

Preface

I write poetry to express things I simply could not express in other ways. I say things in verse because it is revealed to me that way.

Some of my poetry is simply fun, nothing more… no other motive.

And, there are memories, places, scents, thoughts, losses, loves, longings and imaginations that become the words.

I do not begin with a design. Words appear in thoughts. I recognize rhythms and sense connections in words.

Sometimes there are no words. Thoughts go empty and vibrancy of poetic expression dies.

Poetry, at least my poetry, comes from a palpable sense of energy. The energy comes from my sense of relationships or relationship. If you see yourself in some of the poems it is because it might be you…or someone very much like you that created something in me.

I cannot say precisely why,