Meeting gate

The earth we call home was once pristine and pure, Now bears the scars of man’s endless lure, A world where nature and man coexist, Yet claims he alone can exist. The air we breathe, once fresh and clean, Now choked with emissions and gasoline, The oceans that once ebbed and flowed, Now rising with

Bullish

The fading light of evening casts shadows on the ground, As memories of a love once cherished, begin to gather ’round. The laughter and the kisses, now echo in the breeze, As tears fall down like raindrops, from eyes that ache to see. The beauty of that love, now lost in the passing years, As

Lie a while with me

I love the sound of rain consistently tapping on the roof, I especially prefer the sound on iron sheet roofing, I love the warmth that comes with rain, A kind of warmth with a dash of lonely where you wish you had someone special to share the warmth with, I love the cacophony that comes

What poetry taught me

What poetry taught me, ​That am the author of my pages, My ink and pen will flood the pages, That wisdom of the sages can and will lead me to places, Poetry taught me to to rhyme and stay in line with the chime, As life beats and my heart beats in sync, Sweet melody

Beauté Exotique

The glamour in your movements, The elegance in your gestures as you speak, The royalty in your step, Like watching a beautiful fairy glide, Oh, the scent of your perfume, I want to swim in your fragrance, Those enchanting eyes, Captivating even behind those glasses, The exoticness of your skin, Sun- kissed and rain- showered