Point of View - Daniel Howe




			I'm a thinker *of thoughts* *before the pen* *I like to think and think* *then ... question again.* *When I pen* *a need's to show* *eloquent simplicity* *with meaning and tone* *in ... my humble opinion!*


Below is a selection of my poetry, which I do alter from time to time. Some of the lyrical poems, such as, Nuclear Insanity (listen or free download) Rahui (listen or free download) Seymour’s turf and Sweeter Dreams, have been musically arranged and, sung by talented New Zealand recording artists ... including my singer/writer Sis, Cathrene. Many of these poems are published, including in my books .... Earth Ink & Ecstasy.
	POINT OF VIEW POETRY
	Click here for ... Point of View ... videos & more! *And!* In thought (audio) To be (audio) Unveil those smiles! & video clip! Global warning! The full family photo A silent view ... Harere ra Finality's infinity Past all the rest Seymour's Turf Solitude Sweeter Dreams Too hot nothing-less Those Rainbows (audio) Should I? Some Terrence George Jude Spaceship Earth Reflections from the Bar If Ambiances of enhancement Only Vibrations Oh Valerie `Endings` Love dancing Magz Passing by One dream Please Do we `Never needed` Collectively A moment Such as you Used to be Autumn years autumn Sheree `Midnight souls` Ecstacy Just a pleasure Charming! Tsunami's child "No going back" Harere ra Ma Naturally
	WRITINGS/POEMS ... input from others.
		**Our Mangamuka summer (Terrence & I) Intellectual Ecstasy (Linda)** The Voice Within (Juliet) A Point of View (Colleen) Stranger who knows my soul (Gina) Tapestry of life Linda `Drive the Car` (Marcus) Daniel's way (Trevichka)
	*A TRIBUTE*
	*My best friend Susan (pictured with her daughter Karen)* *was tragically taken from this life in a senseless auto collision.* *Such! a beautiful part of so many lives.* Tribute to Susan

Over the years poetry seems to have become my first form of written expression, an honest window into a travelled soul, with no stone unturned.
*Waterfalls ...* Juliet.

*Question everything ... all the prophets are dead!*
*If, you can picture yourself in my scene* for a moment passing by the visual effect of the overall will flash before the eye a brief encounter with a travelled soul who's shaken the odds to survive.
last up-dates ... 2007

Over the years poetry seems to have become my first form of written expression, an honest window into a travelled soul, with no stone unturned.

Over the years poetry seems to have become my first form of written expression,
an honest window into a travelled soul, with no stone unturned.