An old photograph Once colorful But not anymore It’s all I have To remind me

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

great it is to have a friend who has your welfare in mind who sticks with you till the end a real treasure, one of a kind and the good news he brings you

Out with the old, in with the new Spring cleaning time, everything m… Old fangled ideas out; to them bid… For it’s time to watch our possibi… Friends that drag us down, let the…

Twas love at first sight Or Cupid’s dart gone astray Tis not a cliché Yes, they fell head over heels Shared attraction unreal

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

Pure joy and sadness never coexist Neither bliss and grief; for they’… But love and hate can, and often t… Emotions run deep, and debris accr… Love builds and uplifts, but hatre…

center she flashed her wickedly seductive smile, all resistance melted, a scoop of ice cream

Life’s at ease with an ocean breez… When you taste the salty air in yo… And you feel the swaying of coconu… As you watch the birds and passing… The morning sun soothes and warms…

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

Her eyes, the color of midnight, Glared at him, an eternity He froze in his tracks, full of fr… Unsure and feeling so guilty Then she grinned and his face turn…

In an old, old kingdom, once upon… Wearing a mask deemed a horrible c… Then came coronavirus Plague from old Osiris Masks are now topsellers on Amazo…

just for laughs. or is it? i asked robbie to write me a love poem that I can post tonight when I get home

Overhead the mid-day sun’s heat sc… None to drink since morn temperatu… Less than a mile to go Soon endgame he’ll know Though ahead in the woods; hostile…

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