[tabby title="Poem"] Harbor tides, gulls fly with the currents,A steady rhythm for my soul.Our path leads beside the waters,Low tide reveals the sandy shoal. Once with vigor we paddled the trail,A water route for our canoe,With colored buoys to mark...

[tabby title="Poem"] Not the first to draw a smile,All too often jokes about chicken,Bring a glimmer to my face,A touch of humor with feelings driven. Hens and chicks scurry about,Order called, but who is first?Protective shelter under her wing,As nature’s...

[tabby title="Poem"] The future self remains a dream,An image of the mind,A conscious scattering of musing trends,That the years have lined,Wrinkles from a face,Whose hope once was enshrined. Old thoughts are pyramids, once a flash scene,Now noticeable but worn in...

[tabby title="Poem"] Harsh is the wound for the body,A disaster, too, for the soul.Distant discourse from the literati,Whose talking lacks self-control. The final aim—heal the hurt,If needed, stitch up the wound,Skip the rational suggesting just desert,Healing is where I am...

[tabby title="Poem"] No real news without a shocking story,Fed with details from a script,With content bordering on gory,That touches readers with a grip. Headlines, of course, must shout,Of crises and danger in our midst,Some cataclysm is here about,So hard a...