On a Hawaiian Island

If I were stuck on an island I’d like to have you by my side Our days would be like a dream come true With no one around, just me and you Think of the things we could do Exploring taking in all the views A new life we would have to build My love,

Pine Tree in Winter – A Haiku

Bows gently bending Holding natures fresh cold snow Evergreen beauty

Rainbows – A Haiku

RAINBOWS Spectrum of beauty Ending with a pot of gold Sadly fades away

Stars – Written in Haiku Style

By European Space Agency (ESA/Hubble). Credit ESA/Hubble in any reuse of this image. Full details at http://www.spacetelescope.org/copyright.html (European Space Agency (ESA/Hubble)) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons Illuminating Twinkling through the night so bright Glorious beauty Lights for all to see Sky aglow from down below Majestic stunning

I’ve Tried

I don’t know what to do How am I supposed to get over you? I’ve tried and I’ve tried Thinking of you makes me cry But you’re there … in my face You’re there every place That I go … I don’t know What to do To get over you Cause I’ve tried and I’ve tried You’re in my dreams Almost

Sky A Haiku

Heavens Opening Up Vibrant glorious Passageway to Heavens gates Serenely calming Haiku is a Japanese poem that has a simple message. Usually three sentences that must have five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second line, and five syllables in the third line.

February Haiku

February blahs Taken over by fatigue Dreams of warm sunshine

On The Streets of Montreal

My inspiration to write this poem came to me one day while I was on Facebook. A dear friend and poet whom I’d met on HubPages, Vincent Moore, had mentioned that he was having a bit of a dry spell as far as writing. Both of us are from Montreal, and anyways the one thing

Locked Away

  A poem I wrote on how I imagined my father was feeling when he had to spend the rest of his life at a veterans hospital due to dementia and Alzheimer’s, after having a stroke. Vincent van Gogh [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons Lost Alone Sad and Forlorn Lonely Depressed and Full of Mourn

Thursday Morning Turmoil

I arise at six to start my day Maybe I can actually write something today Coffee in hand I log onto to search Sitting comfortably upon my perch My sons alarm goes off and I hear him move Coming downstairs with his guitar to groove Picking and strumming and playing so loud Wishing he would