From the ground I looked up and s… A colossal Ferris wheel touching… Daring me to come aboard and ride. I got on as I swallowed my poundi… My inner voice telling me to abort…
The perfect Christmas plan As prescribed through all the land… For the snow to fall for Santa’s… Then stay on the ground all Xmas… As friends and relatives travel ho…
Standing before the tainted altar, the unhallowed temple of the beast from the chapel of pleasure, adorned with red and black windows… with gargoyles protruding from the…
The old man and his bottle of wine… His landing on the bottom to come… His weathered face telling sad, sa… His only pleasure is his drunken f… The will of God is all about the…
Music of squares and angles, geometric calculations, dexterity, intricacy, intelligence… from mechanical schools, academies of higher education,
Shades of green run along the verd… touching the sky from an earthly s… Fields of corn and fields of barle… wake up and sing with morning’s re… They flaunt their vibrant green at…
An ode to botany’s sacred cycle, The season of its resurrection. The time for us to til the soil, The time for us to plant a seed, The time to look for the new life,
Take caution, fathers of future fa… You are an example of what fatherh… You are responsible for a legacy t… Passed down through generations. Your attitude toward life will be
Truth Down Below Adam and Eve, how beautiful thou… God’s handiwork woven from dreams The hue, the shapes, the breath, t… With thy nakedness, you meet the e…
The haunted house up on Vulture’s… the site of the McFarland family… when two men fought over a poker g… drew their guns and then took aim. They fired their guns 'til one of…
The boasting at the edge of dawn, The artwork of a million hands, Wearing flamboyant costumes Of red, orange, and yellow, Spicing up the mood of the day,
On the eve of that first pitch whe… rookies lay wide awake on their be… the night of sleepless minutes, minutes streaming into hours and b… eyes wide open and pillow soaked i…
Rousing spine from soft melodic fi… left in the trail and such as musi… when it sings so softly as a muted… reveling in the melody for ever an… floating in deep space and so beyo…
Poetry, My Love The story has no plot or ending It runs rampant through the pages It is oblivious to informative tho… But an ode to the love of words
Wild is the flower in meadows unsown, far beneath the Himalayan peaks wreathed by regal clouds, picturesque patches of green,