Poem -

It Ain’t Over Till The Fat...

I have done.
My part.
Now it is.
Time for.
Your part.
To continue....

Poem -

SAHARA SANDS

SAHARA SANDS

A verse inspired by a song " Waterloo sunset "

A muddy old river
To Westbrook bay in...

Poem -

I LOVE YOU ANTHONY

Husband

I LOVE YOU ANTHONY

It's you , I knew, I wanted all along,
i knew from the beginning that we're not wrong,

I...

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Poem -

Over The Balcony

Over The Balcony

Over The Balcony
we stand
like a Cesar or
a Napoleon
looking down
at...

Poem -

Kiss of Death...

Kiss of Death...

Quietus speaks the words of his prey,
Silence bestow the gift of darkened dreams,
Fragile...

Poem -

THE TRUE MISS AMERICA

THE TRUE MISS AMERICA

She knew from the songs of her childhood...

Singing the words and trying to understand at 6 years...

Poem -

Closed Sundays

doors close on Sundays
no books to read in New York
just cold rocks to kick

Poem -

SNOW ALL DAY LONG

I AM SITTING LOOKING OUT THE KITCHEN WINDOW THE
SNOW IS FALLING AT AN PRETTY GOOD SPEED ACUMULATING...

Poem -

UNBREAKABLE

We built a chain that no one can break...

All of us wanting the best for each and everyone of us...

Poem -

Our Greatest Sin

Our Greatest Sin

Let us win over our Greatest Sin!
The most important journey, let’s begin
This will be life’s...

Poem -

Series of love (mistakes)

24-25

24
Whispering a wish
wind carried it away
whispered for tears
crying down my...

Poem -

Series of love (mistakes)

19-23

19
Everything good has to end.
But that means also everything bad will.

20
In...

Poem -

Series of love (mistakes)

15-18

15
I lied to myself…
about being hurt
about being okay.

I’m not okay
...

Poem -

silence between

i saw daughter
sitting with stars
i sat with her quietly
silence between

she...

Poem -

Food For Thought.

Her eyes coloured misty blue.
Her skin fresh just like brand new.
Her hair coloured like the...

Poem -

and I loved him so

I don't want to be a crying thing
that crys so much
he said,

making rivers
in...

Poem -

Her.

She my gypsy rose.
Wherever she goes.
Her feminine love romantically flows.
All around...