[tabby title="Poem"] How grand the crafts with silver wings,But stripped down to skeletal remains.Now gone the dreams of flying kings. Old dreams once were where the designer sings,The product of such creative brains.How grand the crafts with silver wings. The...

[tabby title="Poem"] Comes the changing of the season,I’m glad to see a new nature’s plan,Planetary orbits are part of the reason,Copernicus helped us understand. Soon new heavenly lights will glow,Wise men follow a mysterious star,A revelation, a miracle, an ethereal...

[tabby title="Poem"] Am I unsure, missing this time?Something vital might come my way.Is this experience called sublime? A journey, life’s river, a nature divine?Shadowy thoughts are kept at bay.Am I unsure, missing this time? The clock tells with a predawn...

[tabby title="Poem"] Many drawings have a catch,The scales and eyes show a fish,No doubt it is but a rough match,Yet, it fulfils a child’s wish. The tool is a rough lead pencil,For the image to prevail,Freely drawn without a stencil,A...

[tabby title="Poem"] I’m looking for the best face foundation,A view of faces with some glamour,It gets attention, but not fixation. Beauty is natural, not a mutation,A charming smile can enamor,I’m looking for the best face foundation. Old styles pass by...