Like the sand of the beach They are adorable and comely They are treasures They are pleasures They are worth more than the riches of this world   Children, you cannot have enough of them    

Text Prompt Write a poem where death is personified in some way.   O’ Death, You Came for me you came before and lifted me quietly, I felt the pull I saw my self flying straight up high it was so swift,the flight a few…

“In the early morning, As I walked into my balcony, I was met, by a cold gust of wind, And a thousand different sounds: Birds chirping, crows cawing, dogs barking, And as I sat on my bamboo swing set, My eyes were met, by a…

Our appeal went on heeded Does it matter our sacrifices at his shrine? Does he not recall the number of times we visited him? Poured libation to his homage? Yet, he would not leave without mom   Upon the buckets of river And baskets of…

Active humans cannot empty globe’s content enough and how to empty life cannot be taught or schooled some lived it as a big bang and sudden exit for others silent control work quite better for others double trouble wouldn’t hear sound of trumpet herald their…

I envision the infinite blue skies surrounding us but they were slowly fading into the mountain’s sunset haze. The winds they whispered and whinnied through the trees. The spirits of air, whistling with wild will: yet woeful in the days waning. The winnowing light wilted…

Congratulations Half Marathoners! I am so happy that you have completed 12 poems in 12 hours! That is wonderful. Thank you for joining us in this madness. In the past I have personally verified that everyone who applied for a certificate was eligible and then…

No one but Elders remember a time before The End Even if it’s just been my beginning, my life; Snuffed skies dominate horizons choked by smoke, Particulate matter creating brilliant sunsets Wondering how forests still remain to burn But still humanity plods along, So I…

The truth is sometimes jarring. We can sometimes be a mess. But messes are not monsters. So please stop ripping out your chest.

Love Doesn’t Wait for the Morning What?  Trying it on for size? Trying to act surprised that touching someone unlike you feels so nice.   You’re guessing again and it’s so simple my friend.   When loves comes, it never knocks twice – It just…