The best thing about solitude,

You’re harsh words caused burning tears,Lacerating, bringing fears,Such the pain, my heart now feels.Are you ready to come back?Admit you’re wrong, and tell me that,Deep friendship really never dies,It’s part of Life’s long loving ties.

A ham and cheese sandwich.

Love the red, like bloodThe wine,Not the favorite of thinkers.Yet, no matter where you beClimate and changes permittingWine, red blood, of Ancient drinkersForms part of our History.

But most PoetsAre very smartAnd that’s thatInsteadOf their head,They think withTheir heart.

Let’s hope, that that tooWon’t soon easily depart.

It was Artistic through and through,Some ‘sillies’ I wrote,Were not for a quote,I thought of Bette Davis,Piano love, George Gershwin, too,His music always a win-win,Especially, Rhapsody in Blue.My limbs felt the emotion,Of the Spirit from above,All stupid human commotion,Far away from me today,And I felt a new Emotion,That the World had gone away.