My very first attempt to write a poem using the 5-7-5 haiku format. So please be kind!
The poem itself describes the dichotomy of nature, its amazing beauty as well as its inherent cruelty.
A Tribute to my Daughter Amanda.… Her shiny steel blades crack the h… As she glides through the frosty d… It’s freezing, an arctic morning,… And she would rather be here, than…
“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.” –Stanley Horowitz
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…
We pray to receive God’s blessing… To ask for what we are missing But often times we pray to lose Moral lapses we sometimes choose We pray to lose our arrogance
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
It’s Tuesday, early morning My old friends, I’m off to see Few hours of story-telling Over cups of black coffee Same stories, I’ve heard before
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! ...
A feckless nation with no future A gullible people with no characte… Destined to be losers forever Downtrodden and marginalized! Sadly, the country I was born in!
It was during one of his yearly tr… An old friend took him to dinner w… In a fancy place; the check could… A hyperbole? Not in a city with m… As they left the restaurant, two g…
Portrait on the wall His daughter when she was young Big smile on her face Now grown up married with kids Living thousand miles away
Words are arrows that can maim whe… Once spoken it’s impossible to tak… But words unsaid are lumps in the… If left unspoken will turn a heart… Words are sharp weapons at man’s d…
My friend, I am a simple story-te… Whatever I write, they aren’t tre… For a prophet I’m not, neither a… Nor a philosopher with a grandiose… Simply put, I’m but a lowly balla…
Nestled behind tall trees, the old… Stood stately and elegant, a muted… To a bygone era; a time of grace a… Unlike today, when everything’s gl… But this morning, there’s panache…
In late summer afternoon, the sky’… As roaring thunder could be heard… And the rays of the sun– on raindr… It’s a picturesque sunset that we… Usual harbinger of a pleasant tomo…
When buffeted with today’s trouble… Easy to lose sight of one’s scrupl… Easier to bow to revenge and venge… Than perhaps revisit God’s acquai… But smooth seas do not a good sail…