For many days it poured unrelentin… Behind thick hoary clouds Apollo… Wrothful infuriated Zeus pulled t… Rain torrential no longer nourishi… Poseidon gloating; for he ruled th…

His face was ashen, Frozen by the sight he’d seen— Taunting grinning clown Heart pounding, he turned to flee, Feeling gutless misery

Filter everything he says through… Knowing he loves and truly cares f… Then between you, there’d never be… Even if his words sometimes make y… Sadly, he was born politically inc…

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

My friend, I am a simple story-te… Whatever I write, they aren’t tre… For a prophet I’m not, neither a… Nor a philosopher with a grandiose… Simply put, I’m but a lowly balla…

You are... The soft breeze blowing my hair The sun’s rays caressing my face The soothing sounds a songbird mak… The sweet warmth of a baby’s embra…

She sat in her yellow raincoat as… Complete, content despite the rain… She’s the magic in his life, his p… Yet she knows not she’s the sunshi… He caught a glimpse from across th…

center lies only work when blended with the truth; without it, lies may be too farfetched

The Rape of Mariupol Single-horned beetles slither acro… And camouflaged dragonflies hover… Metallic eagles soar across cloud-… While shooting stars stoke fear an…

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

There it was… Anchored in the shore Our neighbor’s outrigger One hazy Saturday afternoon It’s so inviting

From the Ashes Twilight it was, storm clouds roll… Lightning flashes tortured the ski… Torrential rain and fearsome winds Power’s out as the tempest flies

A Sonnet Low lying mist hung o’er the dista… Treetops barely visible from afar; In the haze, its wrought-iron gate… A haunted house that gives everyon…

Rugged mountains line the edge of… Majestic snow-capped peaks rise to… While ecru clouds float lazily up… Cumulus by playful west wind drive… A wedge of honking geese flying so…

Show me a happy poet; I will say… It’s not an oxymoron, but few such… For a poet writes of the sadness i… Of the lost Eden, that he ne’er w… He writes of the pain, the hurt an…