Silver is a dolphin’s skin, Silver is the lining within, Silver is money in her pocket, Silver is her grandma’s locket. It can be a horses name,

She has so many penpals But they’re pretty much the same Except for their hometowns And all of their names. She has one from Italy and Berlin

The intricate patterns And delicate designs of These crystals with Rare proportions appeals To her curious mind.

It seems that all the world is sei… And all of them fell into despair,… And feeling they unable to withsta… Life isn’t safe and future isn’t b… Do you remember times they could k…

Oh Gloomy Death! Knocking on the door Piercing the sinews of her heart Tearing her soul apart Then, beckoning her slowly...

Kokopelli, Kokopelli, far-off cal… Silver notes like star-shine falli… Warm as honey, warm as semen, midn… Silver strands into her dreaming. Hard-lived in days of turquoise sk…

He can’t believe they’re into anot… And Valentine’s Day is oh so near… He needs new sweet nothings to whi… But after years of marriage, mixed… What more can he say, what gift ca…

She loves to look at old things And remember times gone by; A rhinestone pin, a filled dance c… Or Grandpa’s bow tie. Old photographs, a handkerchief,

Hate surrounds their lives. It is in what they say or do. She doesn’t relish living this way… ...How about you? There must be something they can a…

Lovely lady, Pray tell what dastardly fate Awaits their sinful souls when fin… But arthritis and diabetes? Such intensity and white hot passi…

Each morning when she wakes up, She knows that there will be A rose on her kitchen counter, That you have picked for her. She knows many wives get roses,

One of the most curious and enjoyable aspects of poetry is that a poem often summarizes a thought, an experience, or an emotion in a manner that cannot be equaled by prose. Perhaps that...

Oh, but as they see just one Colorful leaf fall at a time Unbeknownst to them there Will be a two inch bed of Harvest colors come the morning su…

As he walks, alone, wondering Not knowing where Approaching a fine strong frame So new, Standing alone Waiting for someone to cross.

The wind is the tree’s very breath… Grand branches undulate Back and forth across a cloudless… Leaves flutter and shine like diam… As the tree continues its dance.