Poetic Prose

Proverbial wisdom  Do pants excite ants?  Do bees have nice knees?  Does a donkey hide its hind leg  when…

A No-Brainer (for my 65th birthday)  Without warning while walking down the stairs  My brain questions the…

Prelude in E-Minor or Milner Place Hoists Sail We cannot go with you this time All-consuming night has…

The Bee Sings (translation from the French poem 'L'abeille')  Hey, it's the bee that's singing.  It’s the…

Morning Love Will there be Love tomorrow? Any political conversations a little bit more genuine,…

Autumn Mortality Autumn is the time of the dying leaf I watch one waft gracefully down to the surface of a…

Path of Journey As we know by cosmic quantum nothing is new or old in revelation freshness smacks of…

Shorty is boss He pushes around They move out of the way Not by choice. Shorty is the shortest but the…

A Budding Rose  If only I could back time, When I was young, sexy and selfish, Living like Spring, rising…

Sparktacular essence, Trapped in the rain, Filled with light, Yet filled with disdain. Sparktacular…