A beautiful mind, gifted awareness at a very young age using her wisdom to write...
I helped to build the QMC, Yes —- little old me!
I calculated right when I put those cranes...
(any relationship between the following poem and living persons - namely the writer of these words...
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When alive colorful turns of phrases uttered courtesy my father or mother whose ability to...
Seasons change and so do we I have matured so much in little time From the birth of our new...
when a Poet's pen can write it in imagery that poet is...
This windy morn has left its debris on my path the once elegant cypress that's...
And, because of the very measure of my love I cannot put you down nor can I bring you...
My heart's desire for your divine design....
As you stand before me, whether day or night,...
The Eve of Renewal
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the halls,
A...
Our Miss Brook
I’ve just met a lovely lass, at Atlanta’s Antique Show; Wise beyond her...
Beneath the veil, a mirror shines, divine and rare, Like morning’s first soft light, a dream so fair...
When I look at you, I don’t see myself.
When I look at you, I remember who I was.
Amidst the Homo sapien species one anonymous baby birthed: I recount one little known piece...
Hey Liz, my love, my guiding light, In every sense, you captivate my sight....
I met you at a junction where letters intertwine, oh how lucky my eyes are to capture...
In the early hours of the morn, my heartbeat rises as feelings form. My dreams will wait if I...
