The crimson orb sank slowly Till completely out of view The pale yellow moon rises To brighten the sky’s dark hue Ghost night shadows race across

It’s the witching hour Yet my eyes still wide open Not a wink since when A dose of melatonin Perhaps I should have taken

The first I remember reading Was a large geography book; But it was the first section Of the book that got me hook’d! Those first hundred pages or so,

A Sonnet Their marriage is anchored on soli… Not on soft clayey mud nor shiftin… Thus able to weather the days stor… Avoid the rough seas, stay firmly…

Once upon a time in a kingdom far,… To travel yonder takes better part… There lived a drummer boy To everyone he brought joy Folks from all over came to hear h…

A Sonnet Unforgiving fortunes, hammered by… His lonely existence somewhat unki… Fair worldly success he could neve… His best efforts always little too…

A Halloween Tale... Back from a late night hopping bar… Where, with friends, he had few to… The last few months, his life’s be… Alone in a room, where he rather n…

All alone walked I Along the wide boulevard Road potholed and scarred Moonbeams are the only light There’s nobody else on sight

Don’t force what isn’t meant to st… For bonds too tight, will rip in t… Let friendships form their own swe… What’s forced is never pure nor tr… Love, too, when pressed, will fade…

Life is a string of pearls; black,… gray of every shade Each pearl a moment; happy, sad, a… emotion in between Moments in our life shape us; that…

Some verses written Will ne’er see the light of day In my heart they’ll stay Pieces of myself they are Locked tight in a Mason jar

The Canyon’s Majesty The canyon calls! Its layers stee… In red and ochre hues the rocks ar… Where rivers shape the cliffs, as… While eagles soar through calm unb…

Soon I’d be three scores and a di… But surely that’s no crime Just have to alter my paradigm Find newer ways to spend my time! Years ago, I’d walk eight miles o…

Dusk casts a spell on fields of gr… And the serene sea of metallic blu… The cloudless sky turns deep purpl… Just like the color of an old brui… The world fades to black as night…

warm water bubbled up the hot spring; as she minded wet clothes she hung on a string, between two poles wild flowers on her hair;