This poem was written when I laying in bed at the hospital. It had to be quick because the doctores were getting ready to wheel me into the operating room
As each Sunday morning came and went, they became more depressing. The pews were being vacated by disgruntled souls who left to try other churches in order to fulfill their spiritual n...
“Hello Doc, I just chopped my han… What shall I do?” “Don’t bother me. I’m at a meetin… So says Dr. Schmoodelpuss. “Yea, but my arm’s bleeding real b…
Torches burn in the daylight time from the ire of the sun and air co… Dog days entrench in summer’s fare… as August heats up without a care. The tropics begin their northern t…
An ode to the farmer who works his… and to him for his fruited crops h… and to he who keeps ourselves aliv… through generations upon generatio… we owe our gratitude to him for hi…
As beauty appears in all her glory… her smooth lines of supple velvet, her sunsets of effervescent crimso… her clouds of a creamy white liqui… her eyes throwing kisses to the wi…
The Gift To woman for her I dance Showered with grace and elegance A peacemaker from all the rage The book of life she turns the pag…
Intrinsic mandates from the mind o… the rules of discipline of staff a… conscience implanted, the seed of… in times of turmoil and uncertaint… a counselor that lives in caves do…
Gluttony When satisfaction remains an etern… When the satiable becomes the insa… When enough is a new beginning It is hunger on a frantic journey
The star player sat in the locker room with his heavy heart pulling his head down facing the floor, thinking about what he did to his team. They lost the crucial game that would have p...
Skyborne buglers rally the lazy cl… that loll about the skies as velve… sleeping in peace and dreaming of… drifting and playing amongst the p… rolling in the empty spaces where…
Lofted rivers of the capricious sk… born of mystery, deceit, and defia… wandering about and forever more, up toward heaven but not of heaven… of habitats neath the royal kingdo…
A story of tears and dust, of assorted images and sound, of climbers and melodious sunsets, of preludes to the western skies, of muses for the poetic eyes,
That blast from that big gigantic… Those words that drive the birds d… Flipping the universe on its petri… Those words that fly out of her he… That bark that sends the wild bull…
Pasture, the home covered in succu… the table calling all sheep and ho… the melting pot where they all com… the softening of their barbarian n… equalizer of the variances in thei…
The boss, the vigilant one, The one who converts Minutes into seconds, Who is adept at calculus, Who see the whole picture,