A Halloween Tale He caught a glimpse of the monster A lethal wraith-like dementor As he passed the hallway mirror He shuddered in speechless horror
After five days the egg hatches Atop a young snapdragon leaf The caterpillar starts to chew Its appetite beyond belief A few days its size quadrupled
Her steel grey eyes match the lead… And belie the raging flames deep w… The marble coldness of her unblink… Masks subdued emotions; that any t… She’s lived through pain and utter…
He set his phone to play themes cl… Sat and bent down to tie his shoe… All set for a run around the oval A Chopin nocturne plays on his ea… When he saw her across the avenue
An Ode to America, the Beautiful… she drives on the lonely highway to a place far away; scenes unfold before her, nature’s bounty on display...
creatures grotesque, marbled wildl… stood on towers, lined up on rooft… of the gothic cathedral; muted sen… to ward off evil, calamities and m… for centuries the stone ogres vict…
Even in the gloomiest of days, she… In the darkest of midnights, she’s… With her around, all the rose peta… Vibrant colors of the rainbow dazz… Without her, the days are gray and…
I wish I had clairvoyance for a t… To see ahead and dodge each twist… Perhaps a glimpse would make my ch… And guide my steps before it is to… A crystal ball might show me what’…
The AI Poet Torrent of words; a swift flowing… Ideas and vignettes pour out gushi… Spilling into a blank sheet of pap… Continuous relentless unceasing
A Sonnet... Just for Laughs… Tuesday, I woke up feeling like a… I moved! Knew I’m the wrong side… Counted my joints hurting, stopped… I’ve got to get up now, I need ca…
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…
The Rose and the Lily Crimson petals burn soft as fire upon the stem thorns that pierce the skin love and pain entwined as one
Sunday early I woke up Three hours before I planned to Tried hard to get more shuteye But my brains just turned to goo I stared up eyes wide open
A Sonnet Low lying mist hung o’er the dista… Treetops barely visible from afar; In the haze, its wrought-iron gate… A haunted house that gives everyon…
a neat pile rocks and stones some polished embellished! the stone wall