I am, the perverbial bear in the China shop. You think bulls were bad? Whoever who came up with that phrase, grossly underestimated the destructive nature of THIS BEAR. Now, keep in mind I do  not break stuff on purpose but alas, stuff just breaks…

Roses are red, Violets are blue, I am done writing, How about you?

Inner strength needed Not one to be defeated Deep rooted and deep seeded

A poor and loathesome begger Through devious channels Put his filthy long-fingers Onto the head Of a young girls golden curls “You are my child,” he muttered Blindly, his rheumy eyes cauled over “You were birthed in the ancient Fires.” She didn’t cry Even when…

Pretty as can be, I feel sorry for her. While the physical seems in tact, her emotional state is out of whack. With each man, she bids farewell to another piece of herself. Never really touching life, just watching from a dusty shelf. Fed up…

The lady in blue Her dress draped around her Mingling with the ripples In the water of her pool Lined with rocks Softened and Covered in shag carpets Of green and olive moss The lady laughs Her laughter echoes Even dampened by the leaves Of…

Staring straight ahead, my eyes struggled to focus. A woman, counting down, 3,2,1………………………. On the count of 1, she released grip, on her babies stroller and lost it. Faster and faster, a nightmarish blur, Getting closer, tragedy ready to occur, scrambling for confidence, instead, find myself…

Twenty four hours Twenty four poems written Renewed with each one

Whereupon You must tell them ‘Here stands my other son’ He loved you and he held you dear As Hercules held Uni dear And nursed from her breast And you, my dear Who never would trouble herself As the morning dawn Is too cold and…

Holding hands with you Intimate despite the stares Fingers, intertwined