#2018
A Sonnet Myriad tribulations will come his… As man travels in this lonely jour… Embrace he must his brokenness eac… Pray he’d be rescued by heaven’s a…
A faint scent of jasmine Stirred up an emotion Long, long dormant She wore it often Her magic potion
Snowflakes floating on air Puffs of cloud drifting around Then colder it got Freezing rain hit the ground An eerie crystal wonderland
When I was a young teen, she was… She knew all about me, because I… Knew all my skeletons, on her I c… Ain’t my sweetheart, just a really… As always, life intervenes, and we…
A Sonnet to May Here’s to the glorious stunning mo… Nourished by beneficent April sho… Sprouts have become fragrant color… Adding more beauty to the late spr…
We peeked thru a hole in the frost… Squinted our eyes to view the pris… In the virgin snow not a blemish n… And all the bushes snow-draped, no… Not a soul in sight in the frozen…
An old photograph Once colorful But not anymore It’s all I have To remind me
A thousand poems he’s written Just to pledge his love undying Sadly, she’s still distant and unc… And his verses are unread and forg… First time he saw her, he’s been b…
Sleet then freezing rain Impassable roads highways Perhaps many days Fireplace roaring flames Keeping warm the dreary room
It’s all over, darkness is no more The thunder clouds have lifted And the morning mist has vanished Spirits of the night are now defea… The sun is brilliant up in the hea…
Out with the old, in with the new Spring cleaning time, everything m… Old fangled ideas out; to them bid… For it’s time to watch our possibi… Friends that drag us down, let the…
Sad Refrain 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.
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
We crave attention Thirst for applause and acclaim The trappings of fame What others have, we covet Fame fortune in our buckets
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…