Earlier this year, my wife and I visited Pompeii. We saw the ruins and the people who perished but were preserved in the moment of their deaths. That inspired this poem.
#2020
center Awake this morning But you, I didn’t see My eyes, I closed again And counted to three
The people we love The ones closest to our hearts Make life worth living They brighten the darkest days And make rainbows out of grays
Sunlight in her eyes Early morning wakeup call Dream she can’t recall Beautiful blue skies Warm humid the day began
the journey begins wherever we may be... the train won’t leave, unless we say so, for the future
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
One glimpse, that’s all it took To rekindle in him a raging fire, A passion that smoldering embers Reignited; a long dormant desire! Yet the craving was but secondary
A fork in the road To the west Jerusalem Due east Babylon Thousands traveling eastward But the road west deserted
The brave dies today The coward dies tomorrow In shame and sorrow He survives another day His cowardice on display
She’s my butterfly princess From the day that she was born Over fifteen years ago She’s my sunshine every morn Lovely lady she now is
Kind words are free; offered by th… They edify, they comfort, they beg… But words unkind cut deeper than a… They hurt and destroy even across… Thus, with your words be careful,…
for fourteen long days in triple digits afternoon rainstorms the only respite the heat wave will be
Fun and excitement over A few days after New Year The world is back to normal Sadly, life’s trials still here They make our days less pleasant
It’s a season of promise that all’… Heaven smiles; yeah! The future’s… All we see, hear, touch! What a d… Nature’s beauty has cast a magical… Sadly, spring will eventually bid…
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…
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…