Spine of this landscape; this moun… Bathed in hot September sun Live with lizards They let her join them for a bask. She sits and savors this

She Feels Very Sad, She Looks… The Dark Clouds That Float Abov… The Sadness Is Gone, When She T… “The Rain Won’t Come,” Not Just… Love Created All Things, That T…

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...

Why is it always the simple man wh… When the program calls for dying? A simple man who rarely gets confu… Enjoys a drink with friends, the s… The sound of seas, the smell of a…

Resting in the rickety old rocker That sits on the rhododendron porc… She gazed into the mountains and g… Wild ponies, prancing and dancing And racing in the fields below.

Now is the time, here is the place… He see kindness and beauty all ove… Girl you know it’s true. The love in his eyes is for only y… When he sees you, his heart starts…

But there was a window That standing silently Over the garden, peered out To the broken moon light And shade, and watched

They say the truth will come to yo… And he’s going to tell you about s… Almost any soap opera or any popul… Now, he know she hated him but he… Yes, she was the love of his life—

April 19, 1995 Tears from the heart Fell on this April day; For the dead and wounded In bombed out ruins they lay.

A single red rose She’ll cherish forever, Was given to her by the one she L… A single red rose With a beautiful meaning,

Nobody knows how she feels inside, For her feelings she continues to… Oh how she wishes that someone wou… And forever accept her for who she… “But you’re too weird,” they conti…

Words don’t last forever, Though they think they do. New clothes and money aren’t neede… As long as she has you. Friends are for eternity,

Their love is like a garden In need of tender care, And she must guard it lovingly For buds to blossom there. For love will keep on blooming,

A hand carved stone, an inscriptio… A name that could barely be read, A soul that once loved this earth Lies resting in this earthly bed. Perhaps there once flowed royal bl…

Orange is of fire It burns its sweet flavor Onto the retina of her Purple mind, which Is dark and soft