A poets dream Letting someone in Words and streams But…… Saying good bye To the souls Who saw my cries? Written roles So, profound Sonnets, And Poems Found Thank you for this amazing time……..

Morning dew. Fresh lawn mowing. Sunday’s best. Got to get going. Grinds awaiting. Coffee brewing. Hesitating. Still not moving. Stuck in bed. Where’s my head. Bathroom hailing. Detour instead.

The end of erternity That is all I ask And that equals everything To wash away the past The night whispers silent Like the stillness of winter Footsteps echo Icefall, shatter, splinter Awaiting your word Releasing your breath Under crushed frame Now you taste of…

How many times do we say that to ourselves, when we smell the baby’s diaper, and know the parents are out on a date we sent them on, and won’t be back for hours? When we see the old dog falter in its steps, and…

Getting back what’s stolen can take time, Stealing back what’s gotten can take rhyme, Backing time gets old if your time’s stuck, Sticking back gets old when your time’s up.

Another chance to sleep To dream to wake Phrases slipping in and out Red bubbled balloons Anatomy awards autonomy Giving getting second place I shall write forever another day Limpid pools of chlorine On the porch of circumstance Our hostess mostly cupcakes Everything comes to…

Dancing poet In the air Luck is fair Dreams dare A man or women As everyone stares As, the golden one Dreams endlessly About his or her loves And win The race One has seeded Within the Trace Of Irish blood  

Oh! Those sleepless night Awake waiting for a knight Hoping he will come at right When open the light He will by my side Wrap in his arms to hide  Oh! Those lovely Nightingale Humming my favorite song In this night I close the light …

Critical call, result of the fall. Plead in a panic, mood turning manic. Hyper extreme, surreal like a dream. Confusion ensues, planning next moves. No time to wait, pack, leaving at 8. Traveling monkey, no sleep like a junkie. South to Midwest, hole in my…

I know you don’t know I exist, and if you did, you wouldn’t want me around, there being nothing new I could teach you about Florida. Hell, you camped for days in the Ten Thousand Islands, and took too many pills on Fort Myers Beach,…