Stories in Verse and Prose

Every day a new story comes to life. Most of them remain unwritten. But some of them deserve to be put in writing.

True or fictitious, I jot them down. Some in prose; others in verse. And a few of them get their own tune.

Simple things

Who doesn’t long for simpler thingsOnce in a while When things get tough? For words that flow, for perfect rhymes For a sweet smile For one “enough” Our childhood gone, the world takes on A different shape A somber face We long to see that long-lost dawn Or seek escape From this dark place The…

Running

At the parkThe weather’s stunningAll around mePeople running Running runningRunning where?What’s the cause now?What’s the scare? I just long to ease my paceBreathe at last and find some graceUnderneath a shady treeReturning back to sanityThen sit down with a cup of joeAnd stop and watch the world just go Running runningRunning where?No one knowsAnd they…

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