[tabby title="Poem"] Thoughts rock about in Easter season,Beyond the colored eggs and sweets,A sense of wonder with cosmic tweets,An ethereal message like some beacon. Shining from a place of perfection,Perhaps an oasis in the dry sky,Accessed by the soul, if...

[tabby title="Poem"] In a winter night I lay on the ground Touched by the cool breeze I watch the moon from the wooden gaps Feeling like the hard floor Is as soft as my mother’s lap In mom's dairy changes...

[tabby title="Poem"] The world's attention is quickly turned away, when the latest and trendiest outfits of the day, are cheaply produced at the expense of childhood innocence.These outfits are worn with casual indifference.No thought is spared for children in sweatshops,as...

[tabby title="Poem"] (The Language of Trees) Under this exterior, carved into the trunk,Water transport—a hardwood canoe,That once carried us far, a true breakthrough,Transporting the merchants, and maybe a monk. The finding’s age, like a pyramid,Shows humans were in the New...

[tabby title="Poem"] Evolved creation is not bad,but human nature turns it so;this spinning sphere of influencemust bear that burden, beings, soat Easter, festivals of faiths,we celebrate how life could be. ‘Bad world, good Friday’ blames wrong lot,for planet but amoral...