written 1998
Life is a song, That has lyrics that don’t make se… It ends abruptly with no warning. Death is a subject, Easily touched upon, but it never…
She was a lost rose She wonders where she’ll end up She hears voices within She sees bright days and rainy one… She wants to be somebody
The tears she shed are for you, M… Not too long ago had you departed. She awoke this lonely night And once again it started. The loss of their daily phone call…
The breath of tropic winds, ocean… Bends before purple altars Of bougainvillea As incense of night blooming cereu… Swings nocturnal stupor
Her beautiful Ballerina She sits and admires Pliait 1,2,1,2 Again
Look at those hands Which hung at her sides When the softest Whisper of a kiss Surprised her forehead.
Wearily subsided in his chair As he plays Music, flowing through lined walls As he furiously knocks upon keys Oh, hopelessly he is caught
He will always be there When you need someone to care. He will always be there When you are in despair. He will always be there
Close your eyes, little Rainbow C… And go back to sleep for a while Longer Back to the numbness where Pain can not sting
Beautiful Love, Mother of Love A shoot from Jesse, the tribe of… Oh Blessed Mother, their Mother… They hail Thee Queen of heaven an… Beautiful Love, Queen of their so…
She’s trying on a newly found adap… One that she never knew she had— It must have been in storage— A fluid dress, she thinks she like… As she bends over backwards
Did you know that you were special… That Love chose you to be, The Grandparents of an angel, That soon again they’ll see. You loved her very much,
One of the most curious and enjoyable aspects of poetry is that a poem often summarizes a thought, an experience, or an emotion in a manner that cannot be equaled by prose. Perhaps that...
Many years have gone by since He last saw you and he finds You more beautiful then He ever did before He thought he was in love with
Have you reached the Crossroads Of your life? Was the road clear or full of stri… Do you look back and give a wistfu… Turning for things and times gone…
