Rhymes

Tribute to my sister who ended my dark night of isolation — Years of isolation Years of darkest night Running, hiding Time is biding Stalking me with fright Then on the horizon A blinding blaze so bright My Orange Dawn Oh how I’ve longed for Day’s first touch of light Can’t help but flinch It’s been so long don’t know what to…

Sorry, not for me — I am not a visitor to Starbucks country, I am happy to report. Not once have I ever traveled there, It’s not on my passport. The reason is simple, you should know, I just can’t learn their language. …

Is a rhyme as annoying as a mime? Or is it about time? — “Rhyme is the most powerful, least cerebral way I know to tap into that strange attraction words in close proximity exert on one another.” — Daniel Levin Becker, “What’s Good” Most writers want to stay away from rhyme. It’s the language of fairy tales and poems of ye’ olde style…

Previously published in original P.S. I Love You The shore is cold and empty As I watch the setting sun Learned every dirty trick While I was on the run I ran away to Paris To Montmatre Sacré-Cœur Met Mr. Leonard Leconte A poet over there I thought that I…

The fuse first ignited, burns intensely, finally expires when it fires something more to bring forth, by explosion, a calamitous commotion. — FYI: My following prose is inspired — again — by a number of other poems. Every other poems’ sentences’, final words, contributed to the creation here. Explosions so loud, I felt so darn proud, since there were no clouds in the sky. At first very gently, walking amongst all so intently…

Whether you do it online, in an open platform, or in real life situations — anytime, anywhere? How else does one learn or excel? — NOTE: This was an older incomplete one I had in my drafts for quite some time. I pulled it out and polished it up just for you. All because I believe what has been happening in reality lately is just really sad; and, we all need a break — some…