He looks and feels old, exhausted… A life that’s been up and down but… The dull days broken at times by b… Yet not enough to make his journey… Periods of nothing much, just forg…

A Sonnet Perchance this is the last poem I… Without a doubt a sonnet it will b… One about nature’s grandeur and be… An enchanting universe with no bli…

We’re the last persons we find at… That’s a fact; perhaps just human… The other parties are always in th… For we’re blameless and innocent a… Often, we’re in a pedestal others…

And so, I paused a moment, there… As verses came to mind; the birth… Then a smile curled my lips; and a… Gripped my heart, for at last, my… For when words abandon me, I’m a…

Aimlessly drifting, lacking direct… Unanchored, meandering out to sea Nimbus clouds, horizon to horizon Land nowhere near, miles away from… He bobbed in the waves, but nowher…

The world now awakes From cold winter’s deep slumber Freeze and snow over Grey depressing skies are gone With joy we welcome the sun

When will I ever be enough? When will I ever measure up? Tis the question I ask often Will I find the path to heaven? Nights are gloomy before I sleep

Thousand miles east a deadly storm… Moisture shooting up from the warm… In the gray sky, thunderclaps and… Soon the clouds move in circular m… Faster and faster till at last an…

The Cardinal & the Hummingbird… A flash of crimson Perched upon the cedar tree A bold voice rings bright— A guardian from up above

It hurts badly where my heart used… Heart, you stole; then vanished wi… My days ever since seldomly with g… You abandoned me; never told me wh… Discreetly! else I would have giv…

Growing up dis-advantaged What he had all hand-me-down None of which fit very well He looked like a sad-sack clown People look at him oddly

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…

I started writing poetry soon afte… To ease the loneliness and feeling… And to catalogue what I face ever… As I build a new life and bury th… Writing how I felt started to be…

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…

she walked into the room to rouse him from his sleep nudged and kissed him, got him ready for the trip on the coastal highway