Military men that can keep a secret are the true heroes. No matter how severely they are tortured, they still won’t divulge the country’s secrets. They deserve every medal that can be h...
Fester Man The surface is quiet and tranquil As melodious as a murmuring brook As peaceful as a sleeping dove A glowing smile for all humanity
The Birthing The Nightingale’s song has faded… Eastern skies full of pink pastels… Set to embark upon a westward move… With a new bright light across the…
Moon Powers beyond, in strength she gat… All that sleeps in empty rooms As full moons dance and fragile oc… Rise into the eyes of the morn’
I am of worth and so my colleague. I am the planter of so what I nee… He is the supreme of all of life Over me in his kingdom up so high. I sow the seeds with him in mind.
Still water in a glassy state, a child of the immobile air, reflecting the beauty of the surrounding elements, luxuriating in the early morn,
Fiery red carpets in the dawn of d… Light as feathers and the rising a… Hang high up in the luxurious sky. Daughters of the sun clad in Yellow chiffons,
Tapping of the drums From the clouds on high, The troubadours of the ruffled air… Euphonic cantata of the ruffling, Rhythmic lore of the highlands,
Intrinsic mandates from the mind o… the rules of discipline of staff a… conscience implanted, the seed of… in times of turmoil and uncertaint… a counselor that lives in caves do…
Poverty Evaluated Poor little rich boy Only sees life Through his golden goblet When all he needs
It was a sad day for one cold, rain soaked man as he sat in the confessional. His feeble words came out of his mouth as he tried to hold back the tears. “Forgive me, Father, for I hav...
My poem is not my poem. It belong… “Adoration of the Earth,” the fir… took me into another world from th… lifting me up with my feet still o… bringing me up into an exotic ethe…
The other world Of imagination and pleasure, Of mobile truths that Cater to our desires and dreams Within a reachable distance,
Flamenco Fury Waltzing, but not waltzing Feeling gay, but not smiling Dancing, but not floating Free, but not loose
The Kiss of Summer I long for its tender touch A daring escape from winter’s clut… Green fields and swaying barleys Its sultry breath and cooling seas
