Our sojourn in Eden o’er soon White sand beaches crystal waters Golden sunsets strawberry moon Dinners at dusk long walks after Sad and wistful but life goes on

I have haikus in my veins I have verses in my soul A thousand rhymes in my head Write them! my elusive goal With eyes closed; I visualize

i’m out of things to write about;… a sense of uselessness, like when… a long time ago, when i felt just… of little or no consequence; all a… filled with people, talking, but n…

You are... The soft breeze blowing my hair The sun’s rays caressing my face The soothing sounds a songbird mak… The sweet warmth of a baby’s embra…

Thousand miles east a deadly storm… Moisture shooting up from the warm… In the gray sky, thunderclaps and… Soon the clouds move in circular m… Faster and faster till at last an…

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

Prelude They have met even before they wer… Far away in the spiral galaxies A remote corner of the cosmic cair… But born on earth, different centu…

I want to slow dance with you My arms round you all evening Inhaling the sweet jasmine From your hair silken shining When your lips brush against mine

He woke up a little bit early His demeanor was rather surly Raining cats and dogs And out came the frogs He can’t face the world readily

In my reverie, I feel myself meld… One with the universe; one with th… Every fiber, every sinew, like com… Streaking to the far reaches of ou… I touch the moon and feel its silv…

Born today gone tomorrow Life unfolds fast never slow Thin slice of eternity Half note in a symphony Ghostly mist life appears

Four dastardly horsemen on the war… Thus carnage destruction rain from… On the ground debris and bitter bl… Rockets’ red glare by pure hatred… Seeking revenge for all past injus…

He saw her first at the kissing bo… There, at the university fair He got a few bills left in his poc… For he missed three meals square; Gladly he gave up a couple of buck…

Faraway long, long ago Lived an old, grizzled wizard With long beard as white as snow But the eyes of a lizard He walks with a long-gnarled staff

A book is more than its leather bi… More than the gilded font in its t… It’s the tales in the pages unwind… The crux of the matter, that is vi… More than a warm skin and a beatin…