The planet feels cold.

Dark poetry about that which scares most of us – death! It’s only as scary as the monsters of childish fantasy.

Poem about surfing the ocean blue….

Limerick.

Why did I deserve this most horrible fate?

I didn’t.

Karma always comes one day but sometimes it attacks the wrong person. I had to be the one.

Night is imbued with the wonders of Nature: The sky becomes a canopy of moon and stars; there is solitude in places where tranquility reigns supreme; the rustle of leaves, stirring the senses, rousing the curiosity of the poet; sounds that we do not seem to hear in broad daylight.

Appreciation, how often does it come when its needed?

Can you hear it?