From time immemorial children have been reciting nursery rhymes with their lispy accent little realizing how practically each and every rhyme has an element of cruelty in it and it is surprising that the powers that be have not contemplated on banning at least some of them.

Haiku.

A poem I wrote during a peaceful night this past summer.

How I love the moon, its pale light, and how I shall bear to miss this phenomenon as it snows in Northwest Montana on this New Year’s eve.

A deep meaning poem is nothing more than incomprehension.

When we are sick, it will reflect our outer being, no matter how we hide it.

I wrote this for those out there facing this problem,
i do not want to say exactly what it is called. Hopefully
it is understood, and some can relate…
I understand, and I love you <3.

I’ve found a better shade of envy.

A stranger who meets and inspires a homeless man. In the event of their meeting she changes the old man and he is re-energized to live life.