One moment in time Happily ever after Romance forever As a child that was her dream Nightly, to ride a moonbeam

The past is like a box I keep Its ribbon worn and frayed Within, lie memories I saved Though some, faded and strayed At times, I lift the lid to see

“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.” –Stanley Horowitz

No birth, no death; no beginning,… Before there was Alpha, way beyon… Earlier than the dawn of creation,… Black holes had devoured every sup… My feeble mind fails to grasp the…

i’m out of things to write about;… a sense of uselessness, like when… a long time ago, when i felt just… of little or no consequence; all a… filled with people, talking, but n…

A shooting star flashed across the… Vaporized; petered out somewhere n… Too late to make a wish; all he di… Wistful yet hopeful, gazing at the… In the east a quarter moon, yellow…

Sadly, no place is safe, not anymo… Churches, synagogues, mosques and… Army bases, daycare centers, even… In the cross-hairs of terrorists a… Federal buildings, skyscrapers, ai…

You’re eighteen! The world’s at y… Spring is behind you; summer’s rig… We pray sunny days will make your… Stay true to yourself, be never mi… Life will change; welcome it with…

Fingers intertwined They stroll along a beach White sand, deserted in late after… Their dark silhouettes Racing quickly ahead of them

Sadly, the bathroom mirror never l… An old man, three scores and a dim… Stares at him, dark shadows under… Face wrinkled, ancient like Fathe… Hair once black, wavy; now sparse…

We pray to receive God’s blessing… To ask for what we are missing But often times we pray to lose Moral lapses we sometimes choose We pray to lose our arrogance

Show me a happy poet; I will say… It’s not an oxymoron, but few such… For a poet writes of the sadness i… Of the lost Eden, that he ne’er w… He writes of the pain, the hurt an…

I rode a moonbeam far as eyes coul… To realms of fairy tales and fanta… Bethought to rest my catatonic min… And leave the weight of waking lif… Through twilight’s veil, a wondrou…

They met first day of school He sat next to her in chemistry A friendship developed instantly Love followed; seems to be the rul… In no time they’re inseparable,

A Sonnet A luminous quality fairly rare Billion twinkling stars in the vel… She bedazzles, catches every man’s… Captures his mind albeit unaware