May slips in unannounced
bringing style and verve
as last month’s voice loiters
in a sad corridor
released from the cast.
A bouquet of white and purple lilac follows
freshly cut and arranged.
Their sweet scent lingers
long into the night
a new song.
It occurs to me That I require an ideal To summit these peaks. Something more than a patch. My tenacity shouts above my perception Shooting ...
Fresh pine scent captures holiday spirit. Santa’s little helpers burn clean fuel. Christmas cheer expires on December 26th. Cards and let...
***A prose poem written in pidgin english Da gross cockroach militia stays booming in da plumbing in da face of mass killings in Kaneohe ...
**This poem was inspired by a T-shirt design—I bought the shirt! I am also trying to convince certain people of the importance of POETR...