Poems

The eerie call of the seductive wind, howling it’s deceptive charm with distant pride As it wraps the mangled branches

This reads like a nightmare  Or a horror movie A Dean Koontz novel Or a Stephen King you see But

I went to Mega Mart Early Sunday morn I wanted to be there Before a crowd spawned It was my

Alert! Alert! Here is an amber alert There’s a prowler on the loose and he is to be avoided and

Sweet Waters of Silver Spring Oh what soft soothing pleasures you bring To my eyes, my ears, my thirsty lips

Dear Ms Lou, mi deh yah a wandah how ebreyting? Fah mi jus git up wid yu pon mi mine

Mo-Bay will be Mo-Bay long after the streets are cleared of guns and ammunition but is there a system put

A radiant smile like sunshine Captivating eyes like the stars You had us in eager anticipation With such balance and

Him sidung pon di caana A tink bout him likkle dawta Wid him gun inna him han A listen to

It’s been a while since she felt the safety of a man’s arms Or fallen asleep to his humour and

Some say that he is the guiltless miner Always digging deep for that rare gold And he patiently works smarter

Pause… Breathe easy… Take your time even if you’re busy. Step back, don’t be afraid – this isn’t a setback.

They built a highway from South to North Gorged through Mount Diablo for all its worth To get you there