(2015)
As we grieve the passing of anothe… Our mending hearts shattered one m… We reach out to heaven, ask what w… Forsaken we are, though guilty of… But here we stand firm, our faith…
A gift to see the world again Through the eyes of a two-year old The novelty and the magic And endless wonders to behold! Everything warm and innocent
Summers used to be pleasant In the air the ocean’s salty scent Lows in the low seventies Highs in the low nineties Clear deep blue skies
Glacier covered peak Like hands in pray’r rising up To mystical heights Deep blue lake waters Robin’s egg sky up above
Rolling meadows stretch into the s… Treetops glow in myriad shades of… Flowers bloom brightly in the suns… In rainbow colors; what a perfect… But the mercury is rising, an omin…
I looked and chose a thick one Tossed it sideways into the water Grimacing; sticking out my tongue One, two… Quickly, it goes under… Then she looks around, a flat one
center yes, cherries have pits, and doughnuts have holes life can be a bed of roses, or of red-hot coals!
Few things in life do matter That gives us satisfaction Usually the end of things The pure joy of completion And a simple evening meal
Autumn leaves lay on the ground All gathered in a four-foot mound A cold breeze lifted some around The world’s truly winter-bound Alas! The non-evergreens are bare
worry and panic drag us down towards misery and despair often, we wear a big frown and love we can’t even share there’s no joy in the air
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…
Forget tomorrow Stop tarry smell the roses Today waits on you Celebrate life to the full Sleep tonight with no regrets
We crave attention Thirst for applause and acclaim The trappings of fame What others have, we covet Fame fortune in our buckets
center Five years ago, we met I’ve been in love since then; I prayed for someone such as you And you came down from heaven!
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…