the jacaranda explodes in purple m… a prince in the midst of the green… in the breeze, its blossoms swayin… under the sun, moist from the morn… the mighty oak spreads its wings t…

Growing old too tough for the youn… Their childish minds will be hamst… But we old fogies can ace it With determination and grit Body aches and pain each morning

Every night he overruns her dreams… her long gone yet unforgotten love Locking her in an embrace till her heart stops and she’s out of b… Lost and exhausted she wakes up ev…

On Friendships and Life A true friend may be one in a billion stars in the sky A needle in the haystack, a grain of sand in the beach

With desire in his heart, he gazed… And imagined the taste of her lusc… As he stroked and caressed her flo… Her face reminds him of a thousand… He adored her from afar; never fel…

Tow’ring snowcapped peaks Highlighted in blue canvas Frame few can outclass Fields of evergreens Birds hover in escadrilles

A Sonnet In black and white, my world now s… Like yin and yang, with darkness p… Two opposites in balance, hand in… Where joy and sorrow dance through…

The grin on his face borders on la… As he tries to stifle feelings wit… But the happiness gives his eyes a… Visible amidst the crowd and clutt… His heartbeat quickens, butterflie…

When the day bleeds into nightfall The warm setting sun paints the sk… Then it descends, the crimson ball From its lofty perch heaven-high The sky ignites with crimson fire

Ninety long years of brotherhood While striving for the common good Looking forward to ninety more As the mighty seas we explore Never an anachronism

One moment in time Happily ever after Romance forever As a child that was her dream Nightly, to ride a moonbeam

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

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…

Tender hopes are fading fast This pestilence will soon end The outlook gloomy and bleak Dim future the signs portend Sad days whenever you lose

A Sonnet The journey starts wherever we may… Our train won’t move, unless we wi… The future waits, though we’re not… But it’s ours to shape, when we ch…