Thank God, it’s Friday; week’s al… Bags packed, ready to go, come qui… The beach awaits; it’s gonna be su… For I’ll be spending time with my… I drive to work, my heart’s pitter…

A Sonnet A luminous quality fairly rare Billion twinkling stars in the vel… She bedazzles, catches every man’s… Captures his mind albeit unaware

The world grows darker with each p… As shadows deepen, skies are set a… From mountain peaks to hidden, twi… Sauron’s gaze falls with wrathful,… No cries are heard by heaven’s dis…

A Sonnet Oh, what a beautiful autumn mornin… The air is crisp; the heavens tang… With the sun behind a cumulus scre… A scene, fleeting but simply amazi…

Footprints in the sand, but none i… As we walked holding hands one lat… But behind us, the waves wash away… Like we never were! And it made u… In this universe with its billion…

A Sonnet A magical sunrise to start the day With songbirds serenading from the… Leaves rustle gently in the mornin… The balmy air salty from ocean spr…

Sadly, the bathroom mirror never l… An old man, three scores and a dim… Stares at him, dark shadows under… Face wrinkled, ancient like Fathe… Hair once black, wavy; now sparse…

Decadent, thus tempting It oozes, like a river It flows, yet viscous It’s thick, and rich, and gooey... So inviting!

The distant hills shimmer in the h… Ruthlessly, the sun shines to burn… The heat suffocates, without and w… Making shapes fuzzy in the blist’r… Sweat beads trickle down his red s…

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…

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

As I grow old and grey, days get… Myself, I find preoccupied with d… That moment I surrender my last b… Wondering what lies beyond life’s… Will my parting be painful and dra…

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

i’m out of things to write about;… a sense of uselessness, like when… a long time ago, when i felt just… of little or no consequence; all a… filled with people, talking, but n…

Tis not the journey Tis not the destination Tis the company Tis the sacred brotherhood That they have pledged to uphold