Purpose…Our Reason on Earth
Purpose ‘The road is long, not always straight forward, and what seems certainty can evaporate, but what is certain is
Read morePurpose ‘The road is long, not always straight forward, and what seems certainty can evaporate, but what is certain is
Read moreThe Gypsy caravans, rolled into the village square, with prancing horses, the band of Gypsies – so colorful and proud.
Read moreShe never asked, never wanted to know, he came with the house, and he returned, every spring and stayed the
Read moreAs clouds hover above, stilted by a breeze relenting, its calm malaise in time’s surrendering, gives cause for a well
Read moreThe Poet’s poetry,
Read moreHeart Feels… What does the heart feel, how can it break free from the limits of its expectation, the machinations
Read moreA collection of short poems for your enjoyment… In Beauty’s Plume ‘Flowers synchronise, listening to the day’s resound, the life
Read moreI feel that but a moment goes by, between reality and dreams, but the dream world can give us, what
Read moreBuilding castles above the clouds, gardens of magical flowers, is the wonder of the life I lead, as silvery as
Read moreInto that world forbidden to me … The day you went away, a strong wind blew, it blew across the
Read moreThe Pole Dancer Who
Read moreAs the Weather Gets Colder … The weather is getting colder, the winds much bolder, as swirling leaves go dancing
Read moreBetween the cracks, through glass and air, light imparts its rise upon a waking soul, and warmth like a tender
Read moreMain Street Poet’s Our stories are told today by young
Read moreFortress Walls This night the poet turns in bed and wrestles
Read moreThe will to live so poignant, the struggle so immense, innate within a seed for endurance, a prerequisite, to win,
Read moreIt felt like I was in another world … I hadn’t had the time, to go back to visit for
Read moreA single leaf can be heard falling in the forest, as a silent yearning of growth abounds, and as
Read moreCan you imagine the times of your life from the long-ago yesterdays? When the days were mellow, just like the
Read moreChildren speak the truth in their heart, for they have not yet learned the duplicitous face of lies, when ploys
Read moreOnce driven by ego’s lame projections, I stumbled over myself, many times, and with scars to prove it I remind
Read moreAs poets, we tend to wear our hearts upon our sleeves, and that, in particular, is me, unabashedly. In going
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