My own version of (Roses are Red, Vilots are Blue.) Created 12/5/11.

Another haiku.

Poem describes a meeting with a spiritual being in a mystical place filled with sunflowers.

A poem about sunflowers.

It’s my 35th birthday. I started receiving birthday messages from 12am, coming from an old friend, who will never ever forget my birthday. Subsequently, well wishes and reminders of my age started pouring in on Facebook.

Purple excerpt from the ramblings of the highly ersatz Sir Rodney.

This is an excerpt from my upcoming poetry compilation.

A haiku.

This haiku was inspired by a sunflower feild that I saw while I was staying in an Italian villa some years ago.

Love is a snow covered mountain…