—R.I.P.—
—Sgt. John Smith. 1985 – 2017 -
—Killed in action—
—On May 27, 2017 -
—In Afghanistan—

The revival of love
once bestowed in the hearts
of the devoted,
the teachers with the seed
still growing in their being,

Mother Nature, van Gogh, and Hen
Painters who gave their all to a m
They shed their tears for their pr
Bound themselves to the work they
Mother Nature with her vibrant re

The Cultivation of Joy
When joy is planned through an ear
Whole-hearted laughter is at the s

The Encounter
Two souls coming together
One in need and one fulfilled
In need of what the
Other has to give

The Thunder Gods with their sarca
Sleeping in the pits of nature’s w
While seafarers relax and ride wit
Swathing summer’s skin with an exo
Lazy waves too tired to get up and

The Grasping
Time, that eternal beast in its mo
Its merciless smiles and selfish r
Its impatient surges and egotistic
Its wild marauding and triumphant

Winter’s reign in all its glory,
conquistador of the
northern skies,
overseer of the Snow Gods,
sultan of the submissive clouds,

From the soft cushiony life
of pleasant thoughts and dreams,
of life laying out on a silver pla
of riches settling in the palate
with it’s sweet breath

“I’m gonna get you Big Blue,
you half fish and half beast,
half devil and half man of the wil
with your deadly tail and sinewy f
slicing through the mysterious wat

Claws
They with their bloody claws
Snorting nostrils and cunning call
Scour the earth with bulging eyes
Homeward bound with a tasty prize

The Treaty
War has ended and all is well
A flimsy piece of paper
Ended all resentments
The enemy is still the same, but