Run with glee down the cobblestone street,
full of youth's joy, never downbeat.
Football with all the neighborhood kids,
be a nuisance and bang rubbish bin lids.
Kicking a tin can and throwing stones,
childish pleasures and prepubescent hormones.
Mothers with prams and wailing babies,
girls in the park making chains of daisies.
A screech of brakes and slamming doors,
cricket on Sunday's and summer downpours.
Moths fluttering around the dim streetlight,
an adventure waiting at the building site.

If you could read my mind
you will smile
how I smile
all my while
many think I'm mental still
but smile I will

why have a dark mind
thinking of tears only

Smile and see
how tears of joy flow
from where they come
to where they go
no one will nor ever know

but they wash away all sadness
that I know
so smile as much will you also
as much as I smile
with thee
smile fellow poet
with me

The Dark of the Night
Makes Way for Dawn's Early Light
Then the Sun Shines Bright

When the voices of doubts
threaten to halt your will to strive
and people with cruel thoughts,
their words stab you like a knife.

You see the unbelievers unite
to squander your hopes and dreams
and turn you into ashes in the night
whlle they watch and laugh as you scream.

When your heart aches to walk away,
to be free from the tension they bring
Don't bow, don't surrender, don't stray
but be the little bee with a mighty sting,

BITTER IS THE SWEET

I live your memory every day .
love knows no distance in time
today you are even stronger in my mind
and my heart and soul sorrows
as this long journey nears its own end
I cannot touch the moments gone by.
to remember can be a hurtful thing,
a bitter-sweet thing always lingering

Alice

As Alice arrives at the Hospital door
a couple smile and say hello.
The girl who is heavy with child
asks which way they should go.

Alice leans over to reach him
to kiss him for one last goodbye.
A silent tear rolls down her face
as with sadness she begins to cry.

They’d been together a very long time
thinking they had more years to come.
But illness came and frailty ensued
now their life together is done.

See how we learn
when you praise
a poet
be fair
tell him his weakness
else he will bask in total
darkness

Like me

thinking through out
one's life
One is a poet!

It’s Saturday morning at Ronald McDonald’s,
a happy place where a red-haired clown holds sway
and kids find toys in every Happy Meal box.

It’s a happy place where we single fathers bring
our weekend kids to kick off two days of
compressed amusement, recreation and happiness.

My little girl and I sit and talk, between
bites of muffins and sips of hot chocolate,
about school, friends, pets … mommy and home.