Two birds perched pretty upon a branch by
the quiet stream. The jungle deep in the lush...

Weary
exhausted by the sunrise...

Of whom I would like to say
bedazzled hazel eyes...

There is no telling
what I won't do...

Tender love and our tender years
how they have passed. I sift to find...

At a place by the sea, pelicans in flight float...
Beloved souls of my life, past and times...

Oh! Quarrelsome rat
How they fester and scheme...

Ode to woman
Ode to her glory...

The deeper aspects of life
They twine and...

There is no right or wrong decision.
There are no idiots nor brilliance...

Ode to Pacience
And of the yift...

Each spring I return to the soil.
Upon my knees...