Why is blood the color red? Is it because our Creator wants Us to notice it when shed? Like taking in a blood-red sunset, Or when we are alarmed

I wrap myself in a warm, wool blan… On a wet, cold winter’s day, The isolation itself is a warm, so… Soft & consoling, Warming my weary bones

To honour one’s predecessors, Is deserving & kind, Especially ones of the same name So fine, James Dickey writes 'Deliverance’

Seek God the Lord Not from without But from within, The Temple Holy of Holies Resides in you,

Pieces of glass; fragments & bits, Once alive once whole, Now tattered & torn, Pieces of puzzles screaming to be… Pieces of trouble, unhinged, disso…

The personals we turn to, In times of loneliness & despair, When times are tough When we are full of cares. In the personals we look

It is in little moments That life is best lived, Like the one of the father Taking time to play checkers With his son,

What is the latest news? What is the weather? What’s new in the world Does knowing it make me Better for having the knowledge

If your thoughts Consume you with misery, Your mind tortured full Change the channel, Now look at things beautiful,

I feel unproductive today, But that’s alright Because Ulysses is sleeping on th… I feel unwanted & unattractive, But that’s alright

I’m back writing again for myself, I’m looking for another to join in… To suffer alone is not dignified… To share the pain is more qualifie… Lord, send me not back here after…

My poetry comes From up above, Sent down here To me like a dove, Inspirational gumdrops,

Set a course, Map the co-ordinates, Make adjustments along the way, Life is in progress, Live your life day-to day,

Proof of God lies in Our kindness To one another without expectation… How we treat the ederly, the poor, Disdvantaged & the foreigner, Proof of God is all around us,

I’m finding my way Back to Dickie street, The land my great-grandfather John Boyd Dickie, Bequeathed to the city of Trenton…