My sleep is done this ain’t no fun am I the only one who hates the morning?   My body says no to work I won’t go a few snoozes, tho will it really help?   But this poem here is ringing in my ear…

  Randidawn Dawn breaks through the umbra- Her eclipsing miam–her fortitude as she faces discord risen from ashy shadows ruminating over the breaking glow, sunbeams illumine the inherent delight within the souls warmed with tenderness she exudes. Her brilliance manifests itself in shades of color,…

No buzzing. No vibration, no noise, no melody. A pleasant stillness. A little ball of fur, Curled up by my side, Soft and peaceful. The smell of rain, perhaps. Mingling with the smell Of deep dark coffee. A chill in the air. The smoothness of…

I wonder why Must you be so wrapped up, In chasing love, like there’s some big rush? Is it just the watching of other couples, Engrossed in each other, Or the crying of an empty heart To share its laughter and woes? Those come hard,…

Poem TWENTY-FOUR has been removed and is now posted on chocolate is a verb, 17 August 2016.

A cool moon keeps watch in the warm night. Her shift is soon over, ready to pass the baton. The golden god of the sky is starting his fiery climb. The circles turn, a day begins, the heat is on. Her shift is soon over,…

I love waking up in the city. Just as the sun rises There is a stillness As if the day is preparing For the hurry-up, The honking horns, And the unending tide Of people in motion, Of which I will be one – But first,…

Alert! It’s time to begin. Again Birds rejoicing for clear or cloudy skies. Either way they fly. Cricket percussion keeping the rhythm of a tropical sounding serenade. Dogs even chime in to great a great new day. Mother is the conductor. Good Morning. The new…

The sky illuminated. You, waking. Blue eyes among the strands of your long hair, on the pillow. You smile. Almost slow motion. Like in the movies. Could it be?

I began cursing frantically As my fingers hovered across keys Every word I wrote, every line completed A disaster….a train wreck in slow motion A poem whose life was meant to portray feelings of a foolish man in love profoundly and with simplicity. About a woman That…