Our Greatest Potential
Let us begin, one step at a time, a heart in rhyme with love, and no excuses of hurt or
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
Let us begin, one step at a time, a heart in rhyme with love, and no excuses of hurt or
Read moreWhere tranquility and devastation live side by side, beauty in diverse profusion thrives, atop the rich dark earth of Mother’s
Read moreKilauea Kilauea is one of the most active volcanoes on earth and is currently in the midst of an eruption.
Read moreTime – That Elusive Magician … Considering all that time we are given pursuing all which provides joy by seconds
Read more‘I rarely use traditional rhyming schemes like this one… AAAB, but sometimes the work needs parameters and this is one
Read moreDispassionate pleas assail a heart, after propagating such an ambiguous start, as cold-eyed judgement lingers, imparts, a tenuous purpose at
Read moreIn all humanity there is a heart, perhaps betrayed, buried under dire circumstances and sometimes even turned in vengeful rage,
Read moreTruth to greed is a circular journey, a cycle of repetitive actions, because chasing greener pastures is never-ending, never can
Read moreAppraised as worthy, a soul in earnest prevails, not just from the deeds devout in growth, to learn as a
Read moreAutumn sways to the winds of ease and relent, as slow and sure winter’s intent is felt, but days are
Read moreAs echoes ring out in the present, and distance falls from reason, those we knew so long ago, stand before
Read moreBlack Velvet … She saw him out of the corner of her eye, so steady and sure – black velvet
Read more1. So thankful that I am on this beach front where animal paws outnumber our feet where slightly off shore
Read moreHow far must a heart endure the pain of its own salubrity and willingness, to bare itself in love’s embrace
Read moreInspired by Paul Neglia’s work ‘Blanked Over’ There is honor in being creative, and as it is a reflection of
Read moreInto the fray, the smoky stained air of battle’s frenzied throng, where blood sprays and groans of pain belong, as
Read moreWho comes to thieve my mind, take piece by piece in kind and flood it with lies, and all the
Read moreIn time all things pass, the joy and pain of past but a memory, a lingering perception of being, and
Read moreFire woman Difficult to control So don’t bother You’ll just get burned Skin boiling Scars of ash Sight blinded Instead
Read moreBlack Dark of My Mind … Pulverizing comments come and go blossoming and waning Where they’re from no one
Read moreCaverns deep, light-less shadows swirling like an evening mist descending, where lost thoughts find their place, erased from a conscious
Read moreAmbivalent glares fall short of care, as superficial eyes see not, nor sympathize with reality, as judge some must in
Read moreWritten for a dear friend who passed away some years ago. Hey, friend, it’s been so long, when you
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