My life was simpler before I met… Perhaps I realized not what’s mis… My world was threadbare, a room wi… No sun, no stars; skylarks don’t e… Before you, my world’s monochromat…

Her reaction to the news quite emo… But others would have said simply… For hours and hours, she cried Cursed at those by her side And soon enough she became confron…

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…

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

center ‘twas dark at break of dawn; with just a hint of light a faint glow, at the edge of the dark frothy sea

He held her hand, but he knew it’s… Not an ounce of affection in her e… Sad lonely life he’s doomed to dis… None but himself to blame for love… Fine pearl he’s found, but he’s un…

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…

The day’s been dreary Since break of dawn It poured all night, Rain clouds still threaten! The town’s celebrations,

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

Agonized thoughts flooded consciou… While she lay motionless in bed to… Years flashed back from memory ban… Tears well; as remorse and regret… For years she stayed despite the p…

A Sonnet Just for Laughs A fine Thursday morn far as I can… No rain in the forecast, the sun i… ‘Tis warm, spring is in the air; a… So let’s celebrate! God is good n…

Couldn’t wait any longer For the night to be over This unsatisfied longing At last be quenched forever For tomorrow she’s coming

Just for Laughs... How I love to dance! To waltz the… To trot with the foxes, in steps s… A lift here, a swing there, and ma… Perhaps a dip, a sashay and a high…

The rumors of war have now come to… In deserted streets; rubble, broke… And crimson blood spilled on snow… Yet no one can say what the reason… Sleek iron birds soar raining dest…

The sun shines on a breezy cloudle… The brown leaves barely clinging t… Winter’s at the doorstep, the cold… Spring’s long gone but where did t… She sat motionless on a bench in t…