"Better is the end of a thing than
One summer day, away from the crow
He looks out the window, he could
The sun peeking through cumulus cl
His mind uncluttered, set to roam

I’m very sad that you got it too
It’s not a crock, it’s quite true
But words will be back, don’t be b
Before long, you’ll be good as new
In two months, you wrote quite a f

A Sonnet
The red sun sank behind the wester
Painting the sky in psychedelic hu
Crimson, tangerine, even midnight
As nightfall cloaks the earth with

But Always Well Done
Her life has turned into a happy m
Oh, from the very first moment he
No highs nor lows; to others, perh
But then, of tears and laughter, b

A shooting star flashed across the
Vaporized; petered out somewhere n
Too late to make a wish; all he di
Wistful yet hopeful, gazing at the
In the east a quarter moon, yellow

Without a commitment to forgive
To start afresh and anew each day,
The heart hardens; unwilling to gi
Love loses its luster and fades to
Failure to forgive rings the doorb

He gazes into her eyes and sees hi
To hold her tight, embrace her for
The setting sun peeks behind the c
As they watch on the beach, along
They watch gliders jump off the th

‘twas dark at break of dawn;
with just a hint of light
a faint glow, at the edge
of the dark frothy sea
the sun started as a red ball

Up she goes ten feet high in the a
She spins with legs held tight, pe
He catches her as she descends gra
Her blade touches the ice quietly
The crowd erupts into deafening ap

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

For miles and miles ahead of me
The fog so thick I couldn’t see
Onward I go, trusting the Lord
For every day, I heed His Word!
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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