often, the truth is unwelcome so we choose to live a lie rather than accept what is real yes, we’d rather laugh than cry... a brave front we show the world

Aurora Australis... The Southern Lights in Antarctic… Ethereal flashes of brilliance Oscillated across the panoramic vi… Ripples of emerald and vermillion

Where you have gone There I’m going too Hoping it’s not so soon I’ve got much more to do. Someday, again you I’ll see

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…

Without a commitment to forgive To start afresh and anew each day, The heart hardens; unwilling to gi… Love loses its luster and fades to… Failure to forgive rings the doorb…

He saw her first at the kissing bo… There, at the university fair He got a few bills left in his poc… For he missed three meals square; Gladly he gave up a couple of buck…

We’re called to be intercessors For others with sins unconfessed That their supplications yet unspo… Can be heard; and their souls bles… Abraham prayed for Sodom’s delive…

Shoe laces and old men, not made f… Just one of many truths, recently… And here’s another; every night’s… Even when springtime and May flow… Our tolerance for extremes severel…

Upon the lake, still waters softly… The morning breaks with skies of d… Beneath the pines, the breeze is s… A peaceful air, where earth and sk… The songbirds sing their melodies…

She clung to life, ever the fighte… To weather the storms fate threw h… Give up? Never! For life must go… Each and every breath! Every sing… For truly, every second’s a moment…

Outside, dark and gloomy, almost n… Though afternoon, air stagnant, su… Starling clouds, acrobatic feats m… A waiting game for first raindrop… Then, drop after drop came, an end…

An Ode to St Croix A gentle breeze across the sand The salty air, the sea’s embrace The swaying trees in measured grac… A tranquil touch, a soothing hand

He grapples now with all that life… Since days have passed, and he is… Though bright moments come, the sh… And sometimes he feels there’s no… Some days he wanders, lost in quie…

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

Thin line betwixt turquoise sea; c… To naked eyes, just barely visible In the horizon, sea meets heaven h… From his vantage, they appear misc… Big blue canvas; silv’ry clouds, c…