The bookends of life, birth and de… Delineate our existence on planet… We know nothing before our first b… And when we die; dust is all we’re… Between the bookends are the lives…

This poem is ugly; it’s brutal too But it’s my honest point of view I love my city and will always do So surely, this poem makes me blue… ***

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…

Outside, dark and gloomy, almost n… Though afternoon, air stagnant, su… Starling clouds, acrobatic feats m… A waiting game for first raindrop… Then, drop after drop came, an end…

fathers and sons sons and fathers a relationship with unique dynamic… most times rewarding and immensely gratifying

Not everyone will accomplish somet… Most of us just have to find meani… In mundane moments that we are wea… Into a tapestry of memories as we… Not everyone will achieve power; t…

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…

An Ode to St Croix A gentle breeze across the sand The salty air, the sea’s embrace The swaying trees in measured grac… A tranquil touch, a soothing hand

Life knocks us down, without a sin… It spins us round, then pulls the… Baffled we’re left, not knowing wh… We chase our dreams, yet somehow g… Our plans are tossed like leaves u…

Misadventures of a Water Droplet Snow crystal melting then cascadin… Into rills brooks and rivulets White water on rocks splashing Streams through fields of bluebonn…

It’s morning The sun shines Wear a smile Have a laugh Shed no tears

The magic of October In full colorful display More pleasant temperatures To welcome the break of day Evenings be cool and balmy

Mornings I wake up fresh as an ei… Then I try to move and realize th… For all my joints hurt and I shiv… Craving a cup of java steaming hot… I’m old and the cells in my body t…

The crimson sun winked at them pla… Then disappeared behind mist-cover… The silver moon arose e’er hastily To all, promising a bounty of thri… Shooting stars flashed across the…

Tomorrow has never been promised We’re never sure till the sun rise… But we are enduring optimists With rose-colored lenses in every… When the world’s soaked in rain an…