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…

She is the rain; life-giving, invi… Without her, his life a desert, ba… She is the sun; warm, radiant, lif… Through her, he feels the blessing… She is the wind; gently caressing…

A Tribute to Today... It’s the first day of April And he’s wary and watchful He’s on his toes and careful Not wanting to be made a fool

Truthfully, he wasn’t always old Though he blew away his youth As if there’s no tomorrow; That’s the unvarnished truth Surely, he has nostalgic memories

On a white canvas, Monet daubed p… And captured the beauty of water l… In the right lighting; yes, they c… Yet I’d prefer a lily swaying in… The ancients built pyramids and zi…

center he’s the square root of negative one to my senses, he is yet he’ll forever be!

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

center I see my father Every morning when I shave He speaks to me From beyond the grave…

There it was… Anchored in the shore Our neighbor’s outrigger One hazy Saturday afternoon It’s so inviting

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

Some verses written Will ne’er see the light of day In my heart they’ll stay Pieces of myself they are Locked tight in a Mason jar

Crisp the air; cool, refreshing th… Clear, the night sky, looking like… Silvery the full moon, peeking ato… Into the woods she gazed, and felt… But go! She must! Quickly, no tim…

center A Soul’s Journey Mindless cacophony Movements in helter skelter In the hustle and bustle

A Sonnet Unforgiving fortunes, hammered by… His lonely existence somewhat unki… Fair worldly success he could neve… His best efforts always little too…

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