The man said “please” The woman heard bees, And cringed under her bonnet Saw it is as a misunderstanding... After all—bees are harmless,

We are born Not for ourselves But for each other, Brother for sister, Daughter for father,

What innocence lives! Found in her sweet face, So pure, simple barely A trace of knowledge, her world is without cares,

Writing & reading poetry Is delicious, Like smelling & eating Mom’s Apple pie without the dishes, What is life for but

Obituaries are dark curiousities, I hope I’m not in there, In black & white, Not yet I conceed, Death Notices are morbid, macabre…

I spied a hummingbird hovering In the garden amidst the bright fl… All artfully arranged & dressed, I felt a warm zephyr from the west… It refeshed me with vigor & zest,

My favorite sounds are of the seas… The bells that end class; the soun… Calling me for supper; the sound o… Having their druthers after the ra… I love the sounds of buttons bounc…

New poets struggle with the weight Of the world, New poets feel invisable, They curl up in a ball & feel like giving up all;

Each day is unique, A path of the Earth, That is never to be repeated, From our birth, Each day has its own blend

“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”

He came, He left, Again & again, He operated by stealth, He did not call me by name

Passwords I hate, I loathe with my entire being, Just the thought of having To create another password, Make me cringe,

It is in little moments That life is best lived, Like the one of the father Taking time to play checkers With his son,

Am I a Girl or a guy? I ask myself this question All the time, So If you ask why I will not be offended,

To love God Is to desire Him, This is the source Of my pleasure, I no longer seek