Looking at the stars Wondering if life exists Far above my home
she would have thought
After all this time She would have thought It would be over After all this time She thought she would get a break A chance
Lost and Found
(this is best viewed on a tablet or computer) Lost Is what my heart sings to me. Lost Is what I think of those
comet
The following poem was created around randomly produced words, which are capitalized below. the Comet raced across the Naked expanse of the sky the Stage
“E”
Every time they look in Either direction Eagerly looking for Early signs of Endless love Earnestly hoping for the Endearing look of their loved one
A Small Golden Leaf
A single leaf floats gently past my toes Calm waters in the harbor carry it along I lift my toe and watch ripples form
Together
There is little doubt that I could return To the world above The world of light and love To where all the people Sing their
side by side
it’s been a long time since you and I sat here side by side maybe you’ve wondered where I’ve been maybe you thought I’d gone
How To Be a Rather Bad Poet
This is a poem inspired the ‘Witches Chant’ from Shakespeare’s Macbeth. Thrice try to start the piece. Thrice and once, the words escape. Do
Garden
Love does not fade As sunlight ends its daytime patrol Of the garden Where accused men are freed And the orphan is given a home.
Waiting
I am waiting For the future For life to go on Why am I waiting Why am I sitting here For sunny days… …I guess
View from a Porch
Dappled sunlight upon the ground Shimmering waves of heat Blacktop hot against the skin Long hours of sunlight Fun and games played outside Tangy smell
Where Is There A Place
Where is there a place Where I can speak openly Truly open Without silencing Interrupting or judging? Where is there a place Where I can