ODE TO MY BOOK

 

 

 

Nothing can be as fine

As the dear book of mine.

It might not be sold in a big bookstore,

But you will not find one to offer more.

It was created with much love and hope,

Even though it wasn’t blessed by a Pope.

It has my blood, sweat, and tears.

Might raise many of your fears.

It has action, murder, and romance.

I can even do a little dance.

Please try it and you’ll see

It has the best of me. 

THE DEAD GAME

A Perfect Place To Be

A place to reflect and write,

Where the cold wouldn’t dare to bite.

I would lie down and close my eyes,

And listen to the windswept cries.

Creatures would circle my dome.

Maybe I will see a gnome.

Such stories I would create.

Tales of loss, love, and hate.

A snow globe just for me.

A perfect place to be.

 

WHO WE ARE

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WHO WE ARE

Align the pieces
To bring into clarity
A snapshot of our lives.
We are a sum total
Of our life experiences.
Who we are
Is what we are.
The end product
Of a life’s work.
A work of art
In the making.
Bravo!