He looked up in disgust Fight back; get even he must Got to light the inner fire Never let the embers expire Bullied yet again

He heard loud echoes in the wind But it was just the sound of his v… His conscience reprimanding him For his life’s a mess; albeit by c… Early this morning, he looked in t…

He held his breath for as long as… Wishing the moment will forever la… For the first time his lips, she k… And he’d stop his heartbeat, if he… Her lips tasted of honey, unctuous…

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…

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 Sonnet A sense of impermanence in the air Just as the sun dips low beyond th… This blessed moment won’t last for… Overcome by darkness and nighttim…

He set his phone to play themes cl… Sat and bent down to tie his shoe… All set for a run around the oval A Chopin nocturne plays on his ea… When he saw her across the avenue

Farewell fellow traveler We’ll see you on the flip-side May tailwinds guide you safely As you cross the great divide A real pleasure knowing you

An Ode to the Enchilada– Just… At last, it’s Wednesday; I’m exci… I woke up early, a smile on my fac… Shaved, brushed and showered, all… Then coffee! Breakfast? Haven’t d…

An Ode to the Sliderule From minds to the hands Numbers glide on wood and steel Then the big reveal Old tool, silent yet precise

The sun bade goodbye for the day Quickly sank below the skyline Then night shadows rolled as trees… Cool the breeze, from the dark oce… He stood atop the crested hill

center Tantric melody; Candied lullaby in his head Sweet emotions overwhelm; Soporific and hypnotizing!

A Love Time Could Never Bind… A Sonnet For ten long years, their love has… A steady light through life’s unce… She lifts his heart, and he, the s…

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

Milquetoast existence A vanilla life No peaks no valleys No drama no strife Nothing to highlight