I. Conception He paused a bit; syllables he’s co… For he’s obsessed, enamored with s… Write he must, a poem about bluebo… Iambic pentameter; so constraining…

She’s waiting for tomorrow Hopeful, better it will be Today was a real challenge For her emotions, mostly In truth she hurts all over

Almighty God, maker of all things I hear you when a little bird sing… I see you when the morning sun ris… I feel you in all of your disguise… Your face I see in the clouds abo…

Double Sonnets The mercury dropped precipitously Greater than twenty degrees Fahre… When the weather front traversed t… Lightning thunder rolled with fury…

When I write poetry, first I conc… And for hours, and maybe days, I… To find right words to use That will express my views And if need be, the old Thesaurus…

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

a neat pile rocks and stones some polished embellished! the stone wall

Purveyor of dreams Marketer of fantasies The doyen of thrills The audience he mesmerizes Through deceit and surprises

Our universe a locked cage We’re hamsters on a big wheel Pointless round and round we go Not a moment to be still And when the world overwhelms

A Halloween Tale He caught a glimpse of the monster A lethal wraith-like dementor As he passed the hallway mirror He shuddered in speechless horror

An Ode to the New Year One more twig in the branch of tim… But will it grow leaves this comin… Bear bright flowers by summer’s da… And fruits, as birds in early autu…

The morning sky is bluer than blue No clouds anywhere to block the su… The ocean took on the celestial hu… And the far hills the color of cya… Sadly, an east wind rallies at noo…

Just for Laughs... How I love to dance! To waltz the… To trot with the foxes, in steps s… A lift here, a swing there, and ma… Perhaps a dip, a sashay and a high…

A Sonnet Unforgiving fortunes, hammered by… His lonely existence somewhat unki… Fair worldly success he could neve… His best efforts always little too…

He woke up a little bit early His demeanor was rather surly Raining cats and dogs And out came the frogs He can’t face the world readily