A poem from a combination of clichés LOL...
Golden afternoon Glass of red wine in my hand At peace with myself Feasting my tired hungry eyes On the multi-colored skies
One morning we saw Pegasus fly by Glorious, his white mane contrast… Shining, his wings in the rays of… Impressive, flaunting like an Oly… But Zeus not amused; happy he was…
Incredible, amazing, living in an… Days often sunny, the nights alway… Then comes a hurricane All that wind and rain Terrifying storm that from the dar…
A cup of latté Guilty yet simple pleasure To welcome the day At the deck I sat Squinting at the morning sun
Buds on trees flow’ring With the mercury rising Soon will be blooming Crystal brook tinkling The sound of water flowing
just for laughs. or is it? i asked robbie to write me a love poem that I can post tonight when I get home
Love comes not from a vacuum It appears not from thinnest air Love does not suddenly bloom It requires nourishment and care… Love begins with admiration
for fourteen long days in triple digits afternoon rainstorms the only respite the heat wave will be
Our lives a fresh canvas at birth For limitless possibilities exist Opportunities abound here on earth Welcome to a future the Fates kis… We gaze in the mirror, amplify our…
Rain never ending Barren hillsides devouring Mudslides triggering The rain’s often a blessing Or catastrophe brewing!
We crave attention Thirst for applause and acclaim The trappings of fame What others have, we covet Fame fortune in our buckets
Dark nimbus clouds are threatening But no! It won’t ruin my morning For with Nature I’m communing And to the Almighty I’m praying! The wind is strong, trees are sway…
She had walked into my world un-in… One Monday morning in very early… She was in tears, her face full of… Wanting to leave, go back home soo… Be still! I hushed my six-year o…
I saw a one-legged man Do an incredible dance routine With twizzles and pirouettes That would rival a ballerina. Yet here I am a two-legged clod
The sun has set; it’s time to let… And the moment’s come to bid farew… To slights that in our hearts dwel… To anger and hurt; for it is after… Tomorrow’s the future, it’s a fres…