Up high the red hawk hovered O’er the lush virgin forest Keen piercing eyes surveilling Hunting live prey for her nest Under the green canopy

The biting wind howls A drunk insolent hound The moon and stars Nowhere to be found The night dreary and cold

Twas lust at first sight Smarts and good sense forgotten Taste of forbidden A night of carnal passion Love, not in the equation

Autumn leaves lay on the ground All gathered in a four-foot mound A cold breeze lifted some around The world’s truly winter-bound Alas! The non-evergreens are bare

Mid-October still blazing hot Need to find us sun shaded spot But it’s autumn, almost forgot Cooler it should be, then why not? Of course, yes! We’re in paradise

A Limerick Just for Laughs We all went to dinner; me, myself… We sat on one chair, we don’t know… I did most of the talking Myself quietly listening

center For all the mornings I open my ey… And see the glorious golden sunris… I’m thankful! For the mornings I wake up next t…

A Sonnet Myriad tribulations will come his… As man travels in this lonely jour… Embrace he must his brokenness eac… Pray he’d be rescued by heaven’s a…

Vintage models we are; some of us… We move with caution, lest somethi… (Except those among us, the health… For spare parts unavailable, or ha… Yes, old we are; we’re yesterday’s…

One day in the garage we saw a big… It wasn’t moving, I thought it wa… Even so, I got a broom The critter met its doom My wife quite frightened, she won’…

Aye! She talks too much She makes a short story long Phrases into song But he loves her nonetheless For she’s lovely that’s our guess

Yes! ‘tis the promise of another d… All of God’s blessings on their w… White clouds for always, never gra… And so, every night, this we pray! Over the far hills, peeks, the sun

Worry not dear child Someone’s looking out for you Whatever you do In stormy weather Someone will be beside you

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

I live in a four-walled box A TV, a couch, pictures on the wa… But my heart is homeless A sweetheart, no one I can call Night time in this big city