I’m here for you.

A lover gets lots of messages but his /her lover falters hence this poem.

A True friends is hard to keep up, but the hardest is to find a new one.

A fictional rhyme of an earlier time. (Photo by the author)

One mile from where the pavement ends stands the old homestead where my hooky playing tale begins.

This is a poem about friends now strangers…

The beautiful sunset painted by the master painter…

Poem written to a picture of a breakfast table with a plate of ‘fried bacon and eggs, tomatoes, with crisp half burnt toast, and a glass of pure red grape juice…

Poem about a beautiful sunset to a picture with darken clouds and shaded seas,with the sun like a golden eye in the sky…

The second side to the coin.