The bouncing balls of Summer, Bring visions of bouncing babies, Of balmy Summer days that never e… Of Boundless joy, From watching children frolicing
Suffering can be an opportunity To become closer To God, A break-away to a holy score, Where tragedy only is seen after a… The knocking of God is happening…
God appreciates not Our physical appearance, It’s our hearts & minds Which He gives adherence to Hearts & minds that are kind,
“Willie’s in the corner!” My mother lets me know, Willie wants to get out, Or so he thinks so, “Willie don’t bite the curtains”
New poets struggle with the weight Of the world, New poets feel invisable, They curl up in a ball & feel like giving up all;
At our lowest point Of turmoil & despair We reach for Heaven When we dare To let go...
I’m back writing again for myself, I’m looking for another to join in… To suffer alone is not dignified… To share the pain is more qualifie… Lord, send me not back here after…
The years pass him bye Like the warinessof Father’s All-seeing eye, Like logs so tacitly tossed into t… Chronus is keeping track we aspire…
Love is neither a color Or lack thereof, Love is not a belief or lack there… It is not wrapped in beauty or ugl… It is not male nor female,
Writing & reading poetry Is delicious, Like smelling & eating Mom’s Apple pie without the dishes, What is life for but
I love to wear dresses, To feel like a girl, In pretty petticoats, pinafores, Wedding gowns & sundresses, I swi… I love to wear dresses
I wrap myself in a warm, wool blan… On a wet, cold winter’s day, The isolation itself is a warm, so… Soft & consoling, Warming my weary bones
Hopeless? Ship wreck? Destitute? Mutiny Or land in sight? I must assault the senses I will…
What innocence lives! Found in her sweet face, So pure, simple barely A trace of knowledge, her world is without cares,
A sea of people I see, I look inside myself, I am one of them, There is no difference, No separation at the seams,