"If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time." - Edith Wharton
Inspired by a discussion with brods Jess Gopez and Nelson Reyes on happiness and sadness.
We peeked thru a hole in the frost… Squinted our eyes to view the pris… In the virgin snow not a blemish n… And all the bushes snow-draped, no… Not a soul in sight in the frozen…
Golden afternoon Glass of red wine in my hand At peace with myself Feasting my tired hungry eyes On the multi-colored skies
The winter sky’s more dramatic It’s summer cousin, ne’er can be Its colors a visual magic A blend of hues, simply lovely The sun sets at sharper angles
A cup of latté Guilty yet simple pleasure To welcome the day At the deck I sat Squinting at the morning sun
It is unfortunate, but truly this… His fondest hope she’ll remain a f… He grieves and feels a deep sense… He’s got to be strong to carry thi… But he can always look back at the…
Porcelain beauty Understated elegance Graceful and restrained But beneath, wanton desires Overwhelm her heart and mind
Fine weather radiant sunshine The morning calm a prelude One fantastic summer day An idyllic interlude Isolated beach awaits
worry and panic drag us down towards misery and despair often, we wear a big frown and love we can’t even share there’s no joy in the air
All the talents that we have been… From His bounty, gracious and ove… Bury them not underground to lay f… Let them light the sky, bright and… The third steward; let us not emul…
They met in the summer of their yo… In a faraway place, a school up in… He’s a man of the world, that’s th… But she’s sheltered, living as Go… There was magic when they saw each…
Beneath the sky, the dawn’s embrac… The autumn leaves begin to glow A blush of gold on nature’s face While morning paints the earth bel… The misty veil lifts from the hill…
Hundreds of poems have I written Few have read them, fewer care But what bug have I been bitten? And why do I continue to share? I guess writing has me smitten
There was once a man whose malady’… His doctor prescribed a suspicious… He complied religiously Every day consistently But then after several days, he be…
On an old rocking chair, he sat Daydreaming, in a reverie Grinning, a beaming Cheshire cat Rememb’ring days fun and carefree Flashbacks of youthful escapades
When our moment becomes just a mem… And today lapses into tomorrow Will it be a nightmare or a reveri… When you think of me; please let m… For moments with you will never ag…