On a beach, on the western shore Big waves and surfers congregate Mostly young, men and women both Best surf assuredly, no debate Daring youth, all with surfboards

An Ode to Love with No Pre-Cond… Sunrise, early morning, he’s wide… A resigned look in his grim face His breath, a mist; the cold he ca… Hard to keep warm in this place…

The sky was slate grey, the clouds… The salty air was misty from the o… At the Montauk lighthouse, the la… As night shadows come out at the e… Wave after wave were crashing on t…

In awe-inspiring majesty, one of… Breath-taking, impressive, carved… At the dawn of creation, from befo… Of history brought man into these… In silence, we gazed at the immens…

The withering rose Much more intense its fragrance After it has bloomed Amassed in its parch’d petals Scent of many yesterdays

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…

Where the sea meets the sky At the edge of nowhere Where the ocean drops to an abyss, I hear sounds of mirth and laughte… For a kingdom lies there

When we grow old, how I wish you… You would love me just the same, p… When my head turns gray, you won’t… To stroke my thinning hair as you… You’ll hold my hand, gazing at the…

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

Quickly, time moves forward! All of the passing years Have caught me unaware... And soon the end appears Have I enjoyed the laughter?

creatures grotesque, marbled wildl… stood on towers, lined up on rooft… of the gothic cathedral; muted sen… to ward off evil, calamities and m… for centuries the stone ogres vict…

He looks and feels old, exhausted… A life that’s been up and down but… The dull days broken at times by b… Yet not enough to make his journey… Periods of nothing much, just forg…

All bundled up; for it’s cold and… But despite the layers, my chin sh… There’s tears in my eyes, I could… Wish I were with you, under the c… It’s the price for wanting to be h…

He got up early, one Saturday mor… And very quickly put his sneakers… Shorts, an old shirt; while yawnin… Washed, brushed; ah! Bad breath g… He ran out the house, not telling…

I started writing poetry soon afte… To ease the loneliness and feeling… And to catalogue what I face ever… As I build a new life and bury th… Writing how I felt started to be…