Up above, like a set of silvery lo… The sickle moon hung in the twilig… Its crescent shape mirrored in dar… As tiny wavelets sparkled like fir… From afar, the church steeple, a s…

his spirit lifts suddenly now that his thoughts on paper when verses at last written his sadness turns to vapor poetry’s his quick release

He breathed a sigh of relief, the… It was exhausting, one crisis afte… Now, he can loosen up, sip a glass… Listen to classical music, and lat… The vibrant strings of Vivaldi’s…

My favorite poem is Ozymandias by… This poem is my own understanding… in that sonnet to a long dead king… Long ago Shelley wrote a poem about Ozymandias, king of kings

It’s a frightful curse That breaks families apart Because love departs In its place comes emptiness Void despair and loneliness

She is the rain; life-giving, invi… Without her, his life a desert, ba… She is the sun; warm, radiant, lif… Through her, he feels the blessing… She is the wind; gently caressing…

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

As he gazed fondly at the laptop s… He beamed at smiling familiar face… That for such a long time he hasn’… Bringing back mem’ries of sweet em… But tonight’s not the time for rej…

A book is more than its leather bi… More than the gilded font in its t… It’s the tales in the pages unwind… The crux of the matter, that is vi… More than a warm skin and a beatin…

A Tribute to Today... It’s the first day of April And he’s wary and watchful He’s on his toes and careful Not wanting to be made a fool

The magic of October In full colorful display More pleasant temperatures To welcome the break of day Evenings be cool and balmy

On a beach, on the western shore Big waves and surfers congregate Mostly young, men and women both Best surf assuredly, no debate Daring youth, all with surfboards

The breaking dawn is vast, but inf… A golden glow out east; but still… The landscape is grey despite the… But soon day will come to give nig… Snow fell relentlessly the whole n…

Hot embers on a blust’ry arctic ni… Hardly a flicker, not a star on si… Horned horse in my dream, unicorn… Pow’r and gentleness; signs the fu… Hot beads flow slowly down my furr…

The strings of Rachmaninoff Wafted through the rarefied air Soothing her wrought up senses Her tensions soon disappear She feels peaceful, heavenly