Passing a single moment with a child
Is better than spending much time with a man with no simplicity

First seats for VIPs.
Chief guests are of a high order.
Society highlights the brightest.
Everywhere bias blows fast.
But poets are the clouds, rivers and stars.
They give space to the rich and the poor.
I write for those, too, my brothers.

An old photograph
dad and mum were so young then
I held back my tears

The lonely sun
Sinking
In the deep fog

Struggle to shine
Optimistic to live

I guess it's
Been four years now
She turned up here homeless
She was old
Even then
Those used teats
The grey on her jowl
Lonely. So loving.
She's followed me
Like my shadow
Ever since
And don't believe
A dog can't smile
In my absences
She'll sit by the door
Until I come back
I'm 60 now.
Just had a birthday.
And this black Labrador
Beauty gave me the honor
Of crawling up next
To me as I went to sleep
She rarely has done before.
And it made me wonder
How I want to die before her
I don't think I could stand
Losing her
But thought
Of what would happen
To her
If I went before
And this isn't poetry
It's a love story
About two lonely orphans
Who found someone
Who loves them more
Than life itself
And how
Much love
Can mean

If Darkness
Hangs on at your door

Keep
The windows ajar

Don't
Fall into depression

They are the guests

Sunshine is coming soon

Stand
At the shore;
Listen,
My heart breaks
And flows over your feet;
Bow
and push them back
If you can
Or they will
Make their way
But
With no
Perfect place

All of us
Are sick
of selfishness
And generousness is remedy

There is no such rhyme
That spreads any crime

In the yard or at the porch
Everything has been a torch

If words are swords or knives
They have made no cut on lives

It is a bandage with much balm
That prompts hearts to be calm

The cavillers must delve and find
Why it is a dream, a shine and kind

Everything
                has something
        special to offer
How we receive them
                Makes a big difference