I just saw a green hummingbird Right outside the kitchen window Of the red robins unafraid What a little spunky fellow Every day he comes to visit

A pale gold light in the far horiz… As morning shadows retreated quick… Vanishing totally with the midday… But then, shadows reappeared slowl… Cloaking all things before day is…

The years had passed, yet here we… Our voices strong, our laughter br… As if the past were clear in sight No time could ever stifle that We spoke of days so wild and free

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

Plucked from a tree branch Shoved into a witch’s hand; I had big dreams, man! Not to be some cursed death snack My fate is truly out of whack

surely, self-annihilation never an acceptable solution to a life filled with sadness, of great heartaches and pain to a broken spirit, a soul unforgi…

center Once, a child I was A long, long time ago But mem’ries fading fast As grey cells slowly go

A few blocks away lived a grumpy o… He’s a loner, miserly tightwad, wh… Then he got older Dementia took over He forgot where he hid the cash, t…

Sad Refrain I hear her whisper in the breeze I feel her spirit in the rain Her likeness I see in the clouds Her scent relieves all the pain.

Conceal your tears behind a smile Don’t cry, let no one see you swea… Keep your woes in secret exile Your biggest hurts you must forget Bury the grief that burns inside

Et tu Brutus I lay here waiting where whispers weave through the h… my edge honed and keen to carve a fate long foretold

With His mighty hands Built the grandeur of nature For us to enjoy The wren’s cheerful song God’s soft and tender whisper

Our past life, it matters not When our misdeeds are forgiven With a clean slate, we start afres… And with eyes clear, we see heaven… Forget the past? Never must we!

center It’s helplessness I feel Whenever I look at her Knowing quite well We’d never be together

He paused a moment, and stood stil… As verses flew by, the birth of a… A smile curled his lips, a silent… Filled his heart; and he must hurr… For pen and paper await his though…