often, the truth is unwelcome
so we choose to live a lie
rather than accept what is real
yes, we’d rather laugh than cry…
a brave front we show the world

The stagnant pond’s full of things
Covered with green algae; a putrid
From dead vegetation; but in early
White lilies bloom brightly in the
Quite mind-blowing how blossoms so

Dark clouds weighed down on his S
Rough weather appears to be in sto
The prospects of bright tomorrows
And in the twilight of his life th
Life is so bleak; there is no suns

When the time comes, no one will m
No tears will be shed; no one will
There’ll be no one at the wake, no
Taps will remain unplayed in the p
There’ll be no elegy, no songs wil

He stared at the board
In hyperfocus!
Oblivious to the world
Intense and nervous…
This never gets old

The first I remember reading
Was a large geography book;
But it was the first section
Of the book that got me hook’d!
Those first hundred pages or so,

The sky was slate grey, the clouds
The salty air was misty from the o
At the Montauk lighthouse, the la
As night shadows come out at the e
Wave after wave were crashing on t

When I write poetry, first I conc
And for hours, and maybe days, I
To find right words to use
That will express my views
And if need be, the old Thesaurus

Earth-bound; we envied the birds i
And wished we can swim swift like
Even if doors be shut, we could wa
Or go back in time, perhaps never
Children we were once; we wanted t

The cloudy sky’s in white and shad
This early morning, as it waits fo
The sun’s putting on a magical sho
Turning raven clouds to deep indig
The morning dew soon will evaporat

He got up early, one Saturday mor
And very quickly put his sneakers
Shorts, an old shirt; while yawnin
Washed, brushed; ah! Bad breath g
He ran out the house, not telling

a deafening silence
yet she hears a heartbeat
from a great distance,
a doe trying to be discreet.
she scanned the horizon