Everybody knows…
that pain keeps lurking for a place to reside in every soul, and the...
Dad takes us for fish and chips A rare treat We are many he is one He is wearing a...
The seeds sleep under the snow as the heart longs for the love unknown. Ah, how marvellous...
i choose not to waste honeysuckle on a sense too Suspicious
of beauty....
The poet’s heart bleeds then melt like white snow--he can feel it! …together with hundreds of...
When I dare to play in the ether I find my spirit is not my only keeper....
It is in the...
you sit lonesome on a cresent moon I tell you to come down I tell you it's too soon...
Mother finds penny's Down the back of the couch Her face is unlined She smiles at us...
Somewhere in a garden A red box is nailed To a wooden fence Which overlooks the...
We are walking. Out on the pier It is dusk. The wind is in a frenzy Whipping up the waves...
you know that it's daylight from light that nags the corner of your eye
you...
I'm a poet for you Fight fires in the summer for you Built a home with bare hands
To...
A lovely red cuckoo flew about one day all over the countryside. It flew from tree to tree listening to the...
I remember once at the snow My eyes turning red
From the reflection of the sun,
...
There was a man who owned a flower shop. Each month he would sell his lovely blooms and at the end of the...
