Not many days from now the phone w… Ready or not we will answer the ca… To cross the threshold to everlast… It’s the destiny awaiting us all But not to worry because we’re pre…

There’s fire and passion in his he… But frigid ice flows in his veins A cold stare; an inscrutable face… The deep emotion underneath remain… Certainly the pain forever will st…

He read the poems he’s written yea… Wow! he grimaced for they were ter… Now he’s worried what he writes to… Ten years later he’ll find lamenta… Guess he’s become more discriminat…

Unread my rhymes could be, it matt… Even if all my poems gain no accla… Satisfied will I be and bear no s… For my time and effort won’t be fo… Words I write describe the beauty…

Glacier covered peak Like hands in pray’r rising up To mystical heights Deep blue lake waters Robin’s egg sky up above

A sudden bright flash Followed by a sonic boom Then heavy downpour The wind blows the clouds away And blue skies return to stay

Sunlight in her eyes Early morning wakeup call Dream she can’t recall Beautiful blue skies Warm humid the day began

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…

center i’ve tried to find meaning in everything I see, but sometimes a sunset’s just a moment to cherish!

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…

Overhead the mid-day sun’s heat sc… None to drink since morn temperatu… Less than a mile to go Soon endgame he’ll know Though ahead in the woods; hostile…

We said our goodbyes Tight hugs and vacuum kisses While she slept soundly We had a great time For us to see her again

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

She peeked into the room lit dimly And in tiptoes, she moved cautious… Not wanting to wake up the baby She stared at her ever so lovingly Teary-eyed and overwhelmed with jo…

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