In a sterile sanctuary, he found a family,
Each soul a shipwrecked vessel seeking safe harbor.
They shared stories of shattered lives,
Told tales of tangled turmoil.
He built bridges from broken bricks,
And together they became a fortress.

The final day dawned, gray and grim.
Goodbyes were a bitter pill to swallow,
A heavy anchor dragging him down.
His heart, a hollow drum, echoed their absence.
Faces that had become mirrors of his own struggle,
Now faded into memories, a distant shore.

I like my poems to stir up the blood,
Don’t want a sermon my brain to flood
I’m old enough now to know my own mind
So please don’t preach, you’ll just waste your time.

Give me tales and songs to rouse up my spirits,
Of Pirates and treasures and worlds without limits,
Of Highwaymen, Footpads in red velvet britches,
Of Phantoms and Spirits that haunt darkened niches.
Tales of tempests that tear the seas surface,
Rain thunder and lightning that rip the skies bodice.

Doctors and nurses with hearts unbound,
nurse aides with curly dark hair are here,
they seem to come from everywhere.
Patients lie in beds so still,
their stories told in whispered will.

Families wait with anxious sighs,
Hoping for news of this loved one's surprise.

The hospital's rhythm, a symphony that plays,
Of healing hands and caring ways.

In every room, a story's spun
Of life, of hope, of battles won.
In the morning, the sun will rise,
And I will see a new day come.

I am the summer breeze that soft, wafts through your soul,
I am the gentle shower that makes your love grow whole.
I am the sparkling snows that chill on winter’s breeze,
I am the glowing sun; I will not let you freeze.

These things I am and more, for you my lady fair.
When you ask if I be true, bowed low, this oath I swear.
My lady you are all, for you there is no task,
Nought I will not do; command me, never ask.

There's a bloody fly annoying me
Buzzing round my room,
I've hit out with the fly swat,
I've hit out with the broom.
I've hit out with a shovel,
I missed and hit the wife
But I swear I'll get the bastard
And end his useless life.

Watch this space.

Black wings outstretched, Hot eyes aglow
She floats among the drifting snow.
The angel all had thought was lost
Is back, now men must pay the cost.

A fiend is she with eyes of lust
That scorch the soul to blackened dust.
Tormented souls in anguish wail,
Their screams for mercy of no avail.

They try to flee but stand affixed
Her eyes burn deep with orders mixed
They try to know, to understand,
But in their depths they grasp the strand.

His fingers danced with the keys,
so hard, his breath, it blew.
The wind brought out the music,
and memories of you.

Each and every song he played,
took me farther back.
The saxophone breathed low,
put me in the sack.

We traveled down to New Orleans,
around the countryside,
Texas prairie, Arizona,
sure had a hell of a ride.

We fought and loved the way they say,
in the movies that you see.
Always making up for something,
that was you and me.

springtime did arrive
frogs are jumping and humping
pigeons are nasty

In whispering woods, where shadows play,
A cabin stands, at close of day.
There dwells a soul, both kind and bright,
Known to her dear ones as just "Cat," a light.

But when the moon begins to gleam,
And casts its silver, softest beam,
A different magic starts to rise,
Reflected in her thoughtful eyes.

By candlelight, a gentle glow,
Her poet's heart begins to flow.
With pen in hand, and words that weave,
The secrets that her spirit believe.

The sun, a forge in skies of endless blue,
Melts all the edges, sharp and hard away.
And on the lake, a vision fresh and new,
A summertime blonde begins her bright display.

Warm skin softly touched, Moon hangs heavy, breath held close, Whispers in the dark.

The tow rope taut, a lifeline to the speed,
The engine hums a rhythmic, pulsing beat.
Then with a surge, she rises, born indeed
Upon the mirrored surface, cool and sweet.