A Sonnet Perchance this is the last poem I… Without a doubt a sonnet it will b… One about nature’s grandeur and be… An enchanting universe with no bli…

In our minds the beginning Of conscious innermost thought However, it’s in our hearts An idea spreads its root Nurtured nourished it’ll flourish

Tow’ring snowcapped peaks Highlighted in blue canvas Frame few can outclass Fields of evergreens Birds hover in escadrilles

He held his breath for as long as… Wishing the moment will forever la… For the first time his lips, she k… And he’d stop his heartbeat, if he… Her lips tasted of honey, unctuous…

My life was simpler before I met… Perhaps I realized not what’s mis… My world was threadbare, a room wi… No sun, no stars; skylarks don’t e… Before you, my world’s monochromat…

My favorite poem is Ozymandias by… This poem is my own understanding… in that sonnet to a long dead king… Long ago Shelley wrote a poem about Ozymandias, king of kings

For our sins that He came to die The perfect noble sacrifice In Calvary He shed His blood And He paid the ultimate price Thus, by His death, we are all sa…

Tomorrow has never been promised We’re never sure till the sun rise… But we are enduring optimists With rose-colored lenses in every… When the world’s soaked in rain an…

Misadventures of a Water Droplet Snow crystal melting then cascadin… Into rills brooks and rivulets White water on rocks splashing Streams through fields of bluebonn…

The Ballad of the Argonauts In the face of hopelessness, they’… That they’ll survive the violent m… But in their hearts, their chances… That they’ll dodge the impending d…

Truthfully, he wasn’t always old Though he blew away his youth As if there’s no tomorrow; That’s the unvarnished truth Surely, he has nostalgic memories

center I see my father Every morning when I shave He speaks to me From beyond the grave…

Sadly, the bathroom mirror never l… An old man, three scores and a dim… Stares at him, dark shadows under… Face wrinkled, ancient like Fathe… Hair once black, wavy; now sparse…

Enter, Stage Right Not much to tell So this will be quick Nothing special happened Though many memorable moments

In my youth I dreamt that I could soar above the clouds O’er the trees and o’er The green hills of our sleepy town I’d glide up to heaven