In our minds the beginning Of conscious innermost thought However, it’s in our hearts An idea spreads its root Nurtured nourished it’ll flourish

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…

The strings of Rachmaninoff Wafted through the rarefied air Soothing her wrought up senses Her tensions soon disappear She feels peaceful, heavenly

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…

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

We’re the last persons we find at… That’s a fact; perhaps just human… The other parties are always in th… For we’re blameless and innocent a… Often, we’re in a pedestal others…

right after yesterday’s refreshing… fragile nascent life in hostile te… in crevasses in the asphalt paveme… weeds sprout like viridescent orna… toughness and fortitude we all che…

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…

A deep melancholy gripped me this morning a feeling of sadness, impotence, infirmity,

A Sonnet She’s never seen the sun shining b… Surprisingly, the rays burn not he… Ne’er felt happier, pure joy from… Her whole body quivers; every fibe…

She’s waiting for tomorrow Hopeful, better it will be Today was a real challenge For her emotions, mostly In truth she hurts all over

She walked in the sunshine in late… With her faded blue parasol to shi… From the scorching rays of the sum… In her Sunday’s best; in days gon… To a place about a mile out of tow…

Where you have gone There I’m going too Hoping it’s not so soon I’ve got much more to do. Someday, again you I’ll see

how does one describe a sunset, and craft into words the palette o… the interplay of the clouds, the s… the distant hills, the scent of fl… how the sun rays reflect on puffs…

A Sonnet Four lines of poetry I wrote toda… Then my mind went blank; I can wr… The well is empty like never befor… As if all my thoughts have been bl…