Babe, o babe alakazam My girl, my beautiful one I saw you once, and wham! My heart, you quickly won Babe, o babe abracadabra

A world black and white Grays of every depth and shade Our God could have made Instead He painted rainbows To brighten our tomorrows

Rain never ending Barren hillsides devouring Mudslides triggering The rain’s often a blessing Or catastrophe brewing!

Fears are reminders Of unwanted memories From whence we were young They continue to haunt us When awake and in our dreams

Once, a child I was; long, long t… Those days forever gone, they didn… Now, as grey cells go; mem’ries fa… Soon I may forget friends I used… Time flies fast, while I await wi…

Hundreds of poems have I written Few have read them, fewer care But what bug have I been bitten? And why do I continue to share? I guess writing has me smitten

We live near the desert surrounded… Spring, summer evenings we drink o… With Louis on the sax Awesome way to relax But on frigid winter nights we hav…

To help the butterfly take flight Would crush its wings before they’… The bud must bloom in its own song Its tender petals drawn to light The mind must wake in its own time

Kind words are free; offered by th… They edify, they comfort, they beg… But words unkind cut deeper than a… They hurt and destroy even across… Thus, with your words be careful,…

Each time I see her I’m convinced more and more That heaven got it wrong For I adore her Forever she’s my Lenore

In my twilight years An abundance of leisure That; I have for sure! But the days are featureless The hours dull and colorless

The cool ocean-scented breeze blew… Leaves on trees whispered a sibila… In the clear starry sky, a sense h… Dog days gone as we welcome autumn… Summer’s stifling heat just a memo…

A Halloween Tale– Just for La… A raven flapped across the sky, Perhaps it sought a midday snack. Its feathers gleamed, it soared up… With no dark curse upon its back.

Wine one too many Last evening’s raucous party Hangover likely Need a cold shower Then the neighbor’s lawnmower

Most trees stand bare, though othe… Hollies peek through the snow-fill… At dawn, no creatures can be seen The chill of winter all around But golden rays turn skies to blue