A poem from a combination of clichés LOL...
center thoughts he expressed not in four words, but two he eats just once a day so, he’d cook just once too
Scent of cinnamon in the air Pumpkin spice and vanilla too Sensory proof that autumn’s here..… Out the window what lovely view Freshly cut hay in amber field
Butterfly lies low As rain-soaked clouds spill over; In perfect cover While storms rage, protecting wing… Waiting till the robin sings
The coral shelters algae near Its stony bed, they thrive within The algae feeds the coral clear Together, always a win-win The stork atop a buffalo
In a fetal position I lay on the floor In excruciating pain I never felt before… Pain, none can assuage,
Monday morning I’ll tarry in bed Grab a book; read an hour at least No need to rush, I’ll wallow inst… My free time, a hundredfold increa… A yawn! Lazily, I’ll open my eyes
I’m here for the long haul, yes,… The day after forever, here I’ll… I’m in for the rough times and the… In laughter or in tears, you’ll se… My love I pledge not just on sunn…
Fears are reminders Of unwanted memories From whence we were young They continue to haunt us When awake and in our dreams
Purplish summer haze Nebulous faraway hills Watery mirage Hot sweltering day Atop the giant oak tree
Pumpkin spice and bales of hay Marshmallows and cinnamon Caramel and iced latté Golden leaves and harvest moon All the signs October’s here
There lived this rotten old man, a… Then one day he met a young lady,… Uncanny oddball love affair was bo… Unfulfilled rose meets prickly tho… Aye, their romantic entanglement b…
As usual, a case of he said, she s… Another argument halfway to nowher… Been that way since the day they w… It seems they’re amidst a nightmar… But they seek their bearings inste…
nestled in my folds a serpent sleeps, coiled in fate waiting for her touch sweet figs mask the whispered deat… gold and venom, silken breath
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…
The sun barely o’er the trees Six o’clock early morning Sweltering day it will be Mercury swiftly rising Muggy humid misty haze