He kissed her lips; the world turn… The earth moved; things will never… This uneasy feeling; love is its n… She kissed him back; the world wen… They were teenagers when in love t…

In our minds the beginning Of conscious innermost thought However, it’s in our hearts An idea spreads its root Nurtured nourished it’ll flourish

The withering rose Much more intense its fragrance After it has bloomed Amassed in its parch’d petals Scent of many yesterdays

After five days the egg hatches Atop a young snapdragon leaf The caterpillar starts to chew Its appetite beyond belief A few days its size quadrupled

Let every word we utter Be fraught with encouragement Each phrase a nourishment... To everyone who’ll hear Let every verse we write

Portrait on the wall His daughter when she was young Big smile on her face Now grown up married with kids Living thousand miles away

the crests of the wavelets shimmer in the late afternoon sun momentarily blinding her as she gazed into the horizon the crimson disk

On the table, a blue saucer With coffee stains in the middle Small stirring spoon made of silve… Next to remains of a candle In the middle of the table

A Sonnet to Hester Prynne Her life’s a solitary walk in the… Her days spent in silence, in soli… No human contacts to alter her moo… And only her own heartbeats to int…

He strutted head high Accompanied by the chip On his broad shoulders A proud yet ignorant man With disdain for everyone

Some verses written Will ne’er see the light of day In my heart they’ll stay Pieces of myself they are Locked tight in a Mason jar

I saw her from across the room A long look, not a fleeting glance Enough for my heart to go zoom And throw my mind into a trance Wow! She’s gorgeous and beautifu…

Periwinkle skies, cold winter morn… After a stormy night of sleet and… Icicles in tree branches glistenin… Invitingly from the upstairs windo… The winter scene calls to her chil…

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

An Ode to Childhood Memories I used to chase kites when I was… soon as they are untethered and fl… as one of the runners for the neig… out to find blown kites; hopefully…