This poem goes out to all my friends wherever they may live.

and dawn to break throughto start a brand new day.It is that quiet timeon the edge of night and daybefore the world wakes upfor work and play.A time of quiet contemplationbefore the abuse of the day beginsand the conflicts in our lives unfoldon the edge of night and day.A time to reflecton what could and…

their white fingersbeckoning out to heaven,as they stand silentfor all the world to see.Some men have climbed themto get closer to heaven,others have failedand their bones lay bleached whitewherever they fell.The air is cool and crisparound the citadelsthat stretch up to the sky.They are a home to many creaturesincluding little birds that fly.They are at…

and is there when we need them.If in danger we might falltheir guiding hand helps ussteering us clear whenever danger is near.We may never see them,but we feel them close at handwhenever we need them the most.5 July 2014

Gathering dust on my shelf.Then came a chance encounter.From a past half forgotten.A voice across the internet.A conversation was taken.An introduction was made.A new voice who sounded my praise.Soon there was another and another.From different parts of the world.Four ladies who have helped me.To find myself again.They are strangers, but friends.Kindred souls whom I’d never…

This is my hundredth poem this yearand I feel like celebrating too.You see for years and years,I did not want to write anymore,until I came along here and met all of you.For some reason I cannot explain,you took me under your poetic wing.You made me want to write again,with your comments by the score.You brought…

here where emptiness is solitudeI find a place to weep.I was the background other played aroundthe stage others acted on,but my usefulness has endedI’m alone to cry to myself.The tears I shedare not of self pitybut are of lovethat once was warmbut turned like the wind when angeredto cold and harsh,but even now I’ve lostI…