A summer day; pleasant morning at… The tide was out for miles, the oc… He built what only his imagination… A grandiose castle! But sadly, th… He watched as wave after wave cras…

Footprints in the sand, but none i… As we walked holding hands one lat… But behind us, the waves wash away… Like we never were! And it made u… In this universe with its billion…

The fog hangs low this Sabbath mo… I saw a rose I could’ve… Red shimm’ring petals, not one tho… Out in the distance, so forlorn As I approached, a wintry breeze

center Tantric melody; Candied lullaby in his head Sweet emotions overwhelm; Soporific and hypnotizing!

Medium is Often Rare, But Always Well Done And Life - Just a Laugh! Her life has turned into a happy m… Oh, from the very first moment he…

A Treatise on Writing I text myself a line, a fleeting t… Then write, delete, and write the… Each word is weighed, each syllabl… Until the rhythm settles into view

An Acrostic Sonnet Soft as the dawn, her presence sti… In shadows, her quiet glow takes i… Morning’s tender blush just cannot… Pale cheeks that cradle light with…

Into a room I walked, no familiar… Strangers all, with worried preocc… Glumly they stared; fidgeters ano… Except for a couple immersed in th… An empty chair in the corner, ther…

When will I ever be enough? When will I ever measure up? Tis the question I ask often Will I find the path to heaven? Nights are gloomy before I sleep

First letter he ever wrote In his life of fifteen years Never felt this way before First time for things it appears; Feelings he put on paper

perfect lovely day ending magical the sunset otherworldly mystical minutes ago the sky’s crimson and… enchanting vista poets have extoll… but now willowy clouds calm the su…

The dark angry sky was split up in… As a lightning bolt zigzagged from… Ripping an old oak tree with no ad… Soon after Thor’s hammer boomed i… Lightning flashes one after anothe…

A water droplet on a blade of gras… One dewy dreamlike beautiful morni… But the sun’s rays vaporized it; a… The verdant blade suddenly more da… In the radiant glare of the early…

The little seed’s imbedded in our… When first we hear the divine Wor… Fast, it will grow as soon as sin… And bloom abundantly in fertile so… On dark nights, the Word’s a lamp…

The past is like a box I keep Its ribbon worn and frayed Within, lie memories I saved Though some, faded and strayed At times, I lift the lid to see