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.
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A lie often told Factoid becomes very soon By all counts by noon Yes, lies hoodwink some, not all For who wants to play the fool?
center Misunderstood, inscrutable, She’s an enigma; A paradox, mysterious; White-hot as magma
The weather dreadful To sleet, snow turns rapidly Numbing and chilly Utter darkness cloaks the land There blows the harsh frigid wind
The cool ocean-scented breeze blew… Leaves on trees whispered a sibila… In the clear starry sky, a sense h… Dog days gone as we welcome autumn… Summer’s stifling heat just a memo…
Fall at last; daylight savings now… Got an extra hour to linger in bed But days seem shorter, evenings co… Alerting us of cold weather ahead! Now autumn leaves smother fields o…
Yes! ‘tis the promise of another d… All of God’s blessings on their w… White clouds for always, never gra… And so, every night, this we pray! Over the far hills, peeks, the sun
It’s mid-April glorious spring in… Hydrangeas roses red and violets b… Radiant flow’rs wiping away winter… Blossoms matching the rainbow’s ev… Sadly, in Kyiv no flowery gardens
I’ve got a splinter in my lil fing… So I’ll need a needle to take it… A sharp samurai ain’t worth a ding… Unless my finger, I can do withou… But should one night, I meet a ni…
The butcher grins, watches his han… Recently departed lined the sidewa… Tortured bloodied hands tied behin… If only, if only the dead can talk But pictures can for everyone to s…
center A secret passion; A peculiar indulgence She kept from everyone Except her conscience!
Just for Laughs. Or is it? Oh geez! summer’s here A little early this year It’s not even May But look! all the trees are green
Three o’clock in the morning He woke up, quickly out of bed He’s ready, though still yawning To go to mass, with eyes so red For it’s nine days till Christmas
They met in the summer of their yo… In a faraway place, a school up in… He’s a man of the world, that’s th… But she’s sheltered, living as Go… There was magic when they saw each…
Few thousand miles swallows travel Twice a year in mass migration To party somewhere temperate Avoid winter hibernation The swallows leave Capistrano
Life’s at ease with an ocean breez… When you taste the salty air in yo… And you feel the swaying of coconu… As you watch the birds and passing… The morning sun soothes and warms…