Poem Three for the Hour Three my father was a fisherman he had his fishing tackles kept at the backyard store room i loved the fresh catch freshwater fish, prawns and shells i would asked him why he needed to fish his answer was, ”i…

Twenty-four poems in twenty four hours. I always have so many Words! Where will they all come from? How will I be so inspired? Will my muse slumber? Will my pen be mute? My observations of life around me Are on high alert as my…

Oh so worried and Attractive Adorable as she twirls Perfect and humourous Special and buoyant Is Steady not a laughing stock Character is charming Height is delightful and unfenced Pious, restful and calm Thoughtful and honest Appreciation wishing prosperity Not excessive only Annual A Passionate…

Climbing and leaping Like a mountain goat Leaping in joy over distant stones Climbing and falling Falling and climbing Alone, yet with Joyful heart Trusting my “hooves” Right on spot Who is afraid of Falling anyways ? Falling down On a stony ground Dignified death…