Earlier this year, my wife and I visited Pompeii. We saw the ruins and the people who perished but were preserved in the moment of their deaths. That inspired this poem.
Snowflakes floating on air Puffs of cloud drifting around Then colder it got Freezing rain hit the ground An eerie crystal wonderland
I look at you, and in your eyes I see myself, what I could be Gently you make me realize The very best version of me Yes, I’m terrible otherwise
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 Sonnet When young, we haven’t been around… Nearly everything, we could rememb… Whether all those events really ha… Who knows, but it didn’t really ma…
She left the front door unlocked A burglar came in the night All the furniture he knocked And stole everything in sight She let him into her heart
Fine weather radiant sunshine The morning calm a prelude One fantastic summer day An idyllic interlude Isolated beach awaits
Great to be wrong, once in a while When in people we see some good Though we expect deceit and guile And rather than the truth, falseho… Gratifying to be surpris’d
Once upon a time there was an old… All by himself in a secluded mount… A rottweiler lived with him Only ate cookies and cream Sadly, he wouldn’t bark; intruders…
Fears are reminders Of unwanted memories From whence we were young They continue to haunt us When awake and in our dreams
Trifling it isn’t Life’s a very precious gift That goes quick and swift Something we should never waste So don’t spend our days in haste
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
walls divide they separate people and foster the idea we’re not all equal stone walls stand tall,
Perched upon his head Feeling quite exposed up here This is not my fault Blame that rebel William Tell Why must I be shot as well?
With His mighty hands Built the grandeur of nature For us to enjoy The wren’s cheerful song God’s soft and tender whisper
The last star fades out She’s the golden light of dawn The breath of heaven Soon she’ll colorize the skies With a brush that never lies