It’s the witching hour Yet my eyes still wide open Not a wink since when A dose of melatonin Perhaps I should have taken

I’m very sad that you got it too It’s not a crock, it’s quite true But words will be back, don’t be b… Before long, you’ll be good as new In two months, you wrote quite a f…

He sat by the window, lost in thou… Watching the sun fade away complet… Behind patches of cotton-ball clou… As the cool breeze whispered sweet… Green hills appeared ahead, miles…

The sun bade goodbye for the day Quickly sank below the skyline Then night shadows rolled as trees… Cool the breeze, from the dark oce… He stood atop the crested hill

The golden eye peeked from the wes… And glowered as streaks of cirrus… The clouds blushed, like purple da… And tangerine blossoms in the crim… Higher up, clouds are many shades…

’Twas the warmest night of the sum… Damp, muggy, suffocating and miser… The old ceiling fan droning; a flu… Of gossamer wings; the heat unbear… She lay beside him above the bedco…

Our backyard labor of love My wife chose all that’s in it Fruit-bearing trees solar lights The concrete bench where we sit Garlic society

In a corner Of the desolate and foreboding gra… Lies a tomb with a remarkable marb… The epitaph Here lies a man. He got his just…

warm water bubbled up the hot spring; as she minded wet clothes she hung on a string, between two poles wild flowers on her hair;

Adventures await not the faint of… Grit and courage set the champions… Search for truth the province of t… Whether you be royalty, knight or… In the valiant quest for the golde…

We reveled in the days of youth, With brothers standing side by sid… Through every challenge, time and… We shared our strength, our bond,… They called us reckless, bold and…

The fog hangs low this Sabbath mo… I saw a rose I could’ve… Red shimm’ring petals, not one tho… Out in the distance, so forlorn As I approached, a wintry breeze

The distant hills shimmer in the h… Ruthlessly, the sun shines to burn… The heat suffocates, without and w… Making shapes fuzzy in the blist’r… Sweat beads trickle down his red s…

A Halloween Tale... Back from a late night hopping bar… Where, with friends, he had few to… The last few months, his life’s be… Alone in a room, where he rather n…

When will I ever be enough? When will I ever measure up? Tis the question I ask often Will I find the path to heaven? Nights are gloomy before I sleep