Coco and Poco were little puppies a while ago,Handsome boys, Poco is clever, Coco more so.Little I love them, generous amounts I get back,It started […] Read More
Category: Poems
In the words of Robert Frost,
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words
With money, we are most careful,At valuing our time, we are often awful. 11
You’re the lost one amongst the sorted,Wanting things that nobody wanted;Against the grain, fog in the brain,You dream, they think it’s in vain. 17
Painted yellow, glowing in amber light;Suspended from a thick sturdy bar of metal,Through pearls of orange metal knots tight;The majestic empty swing is in sight. […] Read More
The pattern of raindropson the summer-baked roof-tops;Like soft jingle to ears.Takes me back years. The smell is familiar,The feeling is old;And yet when it rains,Even […] Read More
Funny, being silent in silence is new. Being busy with work in a silent atmosphere, Or being silent while in a busy atmosphere- Has […] Read More
Like a breeze, you touched all of me cooling and comforting my sweating soul. 2
A montage of bygones hurries back. I can’t avoid it at this time of the night. A long train of irreversible past, reverberates in my […] Read More
( A poem for all the love we are capable of. ) Keep talking to me. I find happiness in it. Keep blabbering to me. […] Read More
The living grieve over the dead. Death is a strange affair. In it, the dead actually survive, the living die. 6