The one that helped me when I had no strength to get up
a memory to remember.

When your emotions swirl and surge beyond your capacity to handle pain. .

Highlighter Haiku.

Pictures are seen and sometimes felt by the receiver, regardless of the medium.

Be Bold.

[poem] A couple of years ago on Saint Patrick’s Day, two of my children decided to set a trap for a leprechaun using fools gold and a jar. They set the trap quietly in some unknown location and waited for the unsuspecting leprechaun. When they checked the jar some time later, they found the fools gold intact and no leprechaun to be seen, but there was a tiny note written in green ink left behind for the unsuccessful captors. Here, as best as I can remember, was the poem written to my children:

Where is the savior of our People, in this time of crisis? This is done in an iambic dodecameter rhyme.

And yet another poem about the infamous William BloodDagger.

An introspective response to the poetry challenge: Reflections In The Mirror; a palindrome challenge from Philly Dreamer.

To be a student means…