The wind whispers softly to me
The water droplets dancing around...

Poetry is odd.
Simply because, it reveals an element of a person...

Hello dear friend hello old foe!
Bippity boppity boo, I wonder how I know you...

What use is a word
when it merely emphasises silence...

there is something so wonderful
about launching yourself...

One of these days our hearts will soar,
we'll be joyous forevermore...

Speak to me of ethereal beings
whom dance between the stars...

So long I've been in the dark-
waiting in a place dry and stark...

Ah! This delightful kiss,
Lingers daringly...

I'm sitting there
On the kitchen chair...

Oh! You fiendish sun!!
tell me, what crimes I've committed...

I sing-though I'm bad-
when there's no paper on hand...