Flames fanning Pans dark with age. Burning – triggered coal to crimson Golden tar browned by ancient sun Bronze tarmacles Flames of sword Star- treks of warrior Through our times We cry we laugh We worked, we talked Our flames…
Category: Poetry
Once Upon a Saggatarius…
What is it about his reckless speed that spurs my feet. is it his callous fist, firm but tender? I will forever wonder upon that one that came in a storm with cupid’s bow threatening to quail all in his…
What Women really Want…
“The first problem for all of us, men and women, is not to learn, but to unlearn.”
—Gloria Steinem
Familiar Stranger
We meet to part, to part to meet!
Such is Love…
Love creates warmth… within the coldest of hearts… It fills the emptiest of voids. A helping hand in the dark A shoulder when you ask, A key to the field of your dreams And a guide down the sacred paths…
The Woman Abused
Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men