The poems we write are the fruits we bear.
Please come and join in our harvest...

Bickering and slanderous
tongues wander about from...

Poltergeist:
Dread eyes that stare from the attic window...

Ponder:
Sunrise, sunset...

Potpourri Of A Tired Mind:
Obscured visions cast shadows...

Predictable:
We can predict every single move and word that you...

Quagmire of my dreams:
Wading through the quagmire of my dreams...

Questions:
Do you ever feel remorse...

Rain
Drizzle...

Have your heard or
read any matter from the...

Have the written words
sprung out from the page...

A few
we all have had...