[tabby title="Poem"] It’s bizarre, the surrealist’s take,A mixture, yes, a juxtaposition,I’m not sure about its mission.It’s not real, ‘tho not a real fake. Surrealism’s a part of the post-modern call,Nothing for sure: Are they flunkies?–-Not my circus, not my monkeys,But...

[tabby title="Poem"] Floods give us canyons and arks,Rushing waters carve a channel,Old formations they will dismantle,And, smooth new areas for green parks. Noah searched for a brave new world,Finally, there is a green olive leaf,And, we have the renewing motif.Animals...

[tabby title="Poem"] A morning ritual is a must-have drink,Hot and steaming from the pot,A perfect fit for my thirsty slot,Anything else is a hoodwink. The habitual drink is no addiction,But a pause to uplift spirits,A boost to get through the...

[tabby title="Poem"] No reward like crackers and cheese,I may be quick and be first,Choose wisely if I durst,An advantage now I might seize. Look at them rush round the maze,Back and back, and then forth,Still not knowing which way is...

[tabby title="Poem"] Time takes the gracious petals away,Elegance has withered and fallen,Winds have spread the tiny pollen,Beauty is lost, it is so fey. If not hidden, a treasure becomes past,Rich feelings and scents allure,The tactile expression does not endure,Its thin...