satisfying, slightly sweet
an orange spindle shape
something enjoyable to eat  
very good for your health
crunchy in every bite
yet full of robust wealth
to improve your eyesight
with a hard and rough texture
it's green bloomed leafy top
helps balance out its flavor
such a great nutrient to savor
diced, grated, wild or raw
shredded even sliced when fresh
in any cookbook there are so may
ways to prepare this delicious and
enjoyable golden orange vegetable

friends are still friends
through words or not
sometimes their words
are all they've got...
letter to letter
they can communicate
a letter of words
can inform a friend
"No I didn't forget
your birth date"
the message just
got to them late
but all in all the
message got through
they might even send
one back to Thank You.

friends are still friends
it doesn't really matter
from distances close or afar
words can be spoken
from wherever you are
typed or even by hand
words can also be written
to or from a friend

letters or poems
of rhythm or rhyme
a friend? to that I say
"sure" a friend I'll be
if you'll be one of mine
a friend.... YIP-EEE !!!
a friend of POETRY

I am afraid to imagine  
I don't know what
could make me happier
to shake the hand of
a new found friendship
to really get to know someone
talk for a while
never judge by looks
or just a pretty smile
what really matters is
whom we find inside  
we have to see whats there
we might be surprised of the
friendships we could share
we have to analyze, ask questions
and take the time to get to know them
yet it's not always easy to open up
never judge their book by its cover
don't over look the qualities
that looks can sometimes hide

Standing tall rooted to the ground
We watch the world go by
witnessing many happy sights
And some that make us cry

So many secrets do we hold
Locked in silence never told
We can be bought
We can be sold
And just like you We too get old


At times we change when seasons end
On rain and sun.
We must depend
Till We're felled by those
Who're not a friend

They cut us down with chain and saw
Believing  we do not feel
But that's not true
We hurt like you
as scientists
Have revealed

Our roots connect to others
We warn of harm or threat
We have the greatest of respect
For those we've never met

We're here to  serve a purpose
Not just for paper
Or for wood
So please help to preserve us
Our intentions are all good

Next time when you pass us by
Don't think it's just a tree ?
As without us theres no life force
We provide the air
You breathe ................

his figure standing in the bed room doorway
in such excitement clutching the covers
passing the moonlit window of silver light
that picked up every detail of his bare skin
putting his finger to your lips
whispering "Shhh don't say a word"
climbing in bed pressing his body against yours
sending shivers down your spine
then you woke with a huge smile
his  text then came through....
""I'm always thinking about you""
K--I--S--S--E--S