Sometimes words are not needed.

I was thinking about covered bridges, they provide a pathway across rolling rivers, deep chasms, keep us safe and protected and stand strong through eons of time, weathered, beaten by storm, still standing and making our way sure…And there is another bridge stronger still, protecting us, keeping us safe, opening up our way over troubled waters…Read more.

Poem…Trying to find words or examples of things that never stop, to describe their love for this person.

Poem about things along a river bank.

The second week in January has been sort of rough in southeast Louisiana. We are water and that is what we are! Lakes, rivers, streams, canals, creeks, the Gulf, and the list goes on. Add a week of rain non-stop and everything becomes soaked, even you, if you live here that is.

This is about how I grew up with my grandparents during my formative years through poems. It happened in the province of Samar, an Island in the Visayas located at the southern part of the Philippines.

A poem about lost love.

Welcome to My happy place/poetry/rhyme/imagination.

In the name of development of infrastructure, what all nonsense the townships and city municipalities are doing to strip off nature, especially water bodies, in and around the developing areas. What will they do once they exhaust all natural water bodies, go and suck up the seas?

By Scar.