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.

For the battles waiting for you — You stare blandly at me Your face a wooden mask Unblinking In solid color Your horde of emotions Hidden deep In the coming storm Threatening the weakened dam I am already soaked In sweat, tears and blood Of those saved In the pre-emptive rescue trips Their now hungry eyes Drill holes…

They never seem to find their way back — The long awaited mail, that did not come, and the teen aged girl, beautiful and naughty, turned in an old lady. Her beauty was lost, still there was a grace on her face. Her naughtiness was stolen by her grandchildren. While she was playing with them, the postman came and delivered a letter to her, an envelope from the post…

You may wish to return to erase your tracks — “There’s something about a place you’ve been with someone you love. It takes on a meaning in your mind. It becomes more than a place. It becomes a distillation of what you felt for each other. The moments you spend in a place with someone… they become part of its…

But couldn’t meet the folks who cheered me on all the way — I enjoy putting myself in situations where you are nervous, but you need to enjoy yourself also. I’ve done skydiving, bungee jumping. I quite like those sensations — when you feel a little bit nervous and you don’t really know where you are going. It’s a quite good sensation that…

And for the crumbs to feed the birds “I am Mother Nature. All of creation bows before me. When people leave their cities and learn of me — walk in my woods, bathe in my rivers, eat of my harvest — they will find healing to their souls. But stray…

The masterpiece crafted in painstaking patience — “I’ve said you can actually see this fusion in skilled mechanics and machinists of a certain sort, and you can see it in the work they do. To say that they are not artists is to misunderstand the nature of art. They have patience, care and attentiveness to what they’re…