I hear her whisper in the breeze I feel her spirit in the rain Her likeness I see in the clouds Her scent relieves all the pain. When she left I can’t recall

Purplish summer haze Nebulous faraway hills Watery mirage Hot sweltering day Atop the giant oak tree

just for laughs. or is it? i asked robbie to write me a love poem that I can post tonight when I get home

Just can’t paint, nor write songs Sadly I take terrible pictures to… But I do the next best thing I write about it, for me and you So, always armed with pen and pape…

Been raining all morning Grey gloomy the sky In a darkened room I sat Thinking, half awake I love inclement days

I burrow through the space-time co… Into a mystical, mythical, surreal… Lost with a billion suns hurtling… Trapped in a swirling motion into… Time stood still as the gravitatio…

She dances to a beat nobody hears A heavenly melody in her head A smile on her face, in her eyes n… A gleam, a sparkle, a twinkle inst… It’s a warm, sun-filled, beautiful…

His life’s a carousel, round and r… No ups, no downs; nowhere his dest… A pointless voyage, to somewhere n… And in his grasp, a one-way ticket… He wakens, the day’s a mirror of y…

Great to be wrong, once in a while When in people we see some good Though we expect deceit and guile And rather than the truth, falseho… Gratifying to be surpris’d

Long hair, denim jacket, Frye boo… A Fu Manchu, behind dark green R… No cares, top of the world, indest… Aah! to be young again, no aches n… A mile in less than six, not break…

the journey begins wherever we may be... the train won’t leave, unless we say so, for the future

for fourteen long days in triple digits afternoon rainstorms the only respite the heat wave will be

In my twilight years An abundance of leisure That; I have for sure! But the days are featureless The hours dull and colorless

Someday... someone… Will wander into your life She’ll rock your world; turn it up… She’ll put an end… To all of your emotional strife

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