Where is the happiness, I was promised? Where is the mirth & joy, The contentment Is it a ploy?

The humble ant what a marvel, He can lift more than twice his we… And carry the spoils on his back w… The humble ant can worl for hours… Communicate simultaneously while w…

Suffering can be an opportunity To become closer To God, A break-away to a holy score, Where tragedy only is seen after a… The knocking of God is happening…

My imagination is the canvass, The world-my paints, Language-my brush, Words & ideas-the strokes.

A sea of people I see, I look inside myself, I am one of them, There is no difference, No separation at the seams,

Proof of God lies in Our kindness To one another without expectation… How we treat the ederly, the poor, Disdvantaged & the foreigner, Proof of God is all around us,

I am the winner of the poetry priz… I am special in your eyes, Looking up to me you see, Potential & a place in history, Winner of the prize...

Human beings are fickle, Sometimes we want ice-cream, Sometimes a pickle, At times in winter we are cold, In summer hot,

My poetry comes From up above, Sent down here To me like a dove, Inspirational gumdrops,

We are born Not for ourselves But for each other, Brother for sister, Daughter for father,

What innocence lives! Found in her sweet face, So pure, simple barely A trace of knowledge, her world is without cares,

My heart needs to heal, I choose not to feel, My mind is set to reel, I need only to get through This horrific ordeal.

I’m finding my way Back to Dickie street, The land my great-grandfather John Boyd Dickie, Bequeathed to the city of Trenton…

I’m back writing again for myself, I’m looking for another to join in… To suffer alone is not dignified… To share the pain is more qualifie… Lord, send me not back here after…

I feel unproductive today, But that’s alright Because Ulysses is sleeping on th… I feel unwanted & unattractive, But that’s alright