Our Emotions On Every Page — I’d like to write you a poem a cuddly, fluffy warm poem one letter at a time one word at a time every line carefully crafted I’d like to write you a poem a sweet aroma syrupy poem a verse a day a stanza a day in a book of scented whims…

I Only Learn To Love The Baby Much After Its Arrival — I am not an easy poet. I know If I were, I would be A poet my boot. …

Another Introduction Here — If I Don’t Change My Mind, Again — I am not who you think I am; I am not these accessories and accoutrements. I am not the coverings and conveyances. I am not the display pictures on my media walls or videos and photos of my appearances.

I pray you will get to learn gratitude — Today I pray for you to experience the joys of life, with its twists and turns, to savor the salty taste of the tears of joy and of the tears of grief, to remember the salty taste of sweat and of blood and to recognize it’s the same saltwater of the mighty ocean, for as it is without so it’s within…

Why 2022 wasn’t such a bad year at the end — Doomsayers, sorry about your hard luck. The world did not end in 2022. You can choose another year or accept that we are in for a long haul. It did not turn out that ugly, and that allowed us to exhale. It is strange, in a heartwarming way. There were…

A plea for forgiveness. — O Gracious One, forgive me I may have committed idolatry Please forgive me Even for not knowing If I did I know I looked Intensely At the sun With deep affection And great longing And she stared back Then the tears came Bursting from my soul Flowing down in torrents Streaming from inner…

Marvel of the Magic of the Universe — Curious children In flower gardens Wandering Plodding Plucking And crushing on petals Running with those tiny legs After large colorful butterflies Picking spiky caterpillars With those soft bare hands. The eyes do their own thing — Chasing the object Of their lingering fancy Even while we’re lost In stubborn thought Or in…

Our dreams lie stranded in the shadows — We never know what we’ll do with the space in between that’s not always warm with so much of our going out fixing our many problems that space has gone cold and a wee bit awkward sometimes not all the time it has lost some warmth and the exciting anticipations if you dismiss the pun what you’ve is dust…

I have nothing more to ask — I stand here head bowed In devotion to her attention My spirit takes a morning lift To feel a sense of belonging To something much bigger I am glad to be here To pay my respects And pledge my loyalty So her grand radiance Can now brighten my paths And in goodness make my day…