A scar that doesn't inspire
Will be nothing but a wild fire.
Feel your scars
Some of them are shining stars.

My best play,
   On many a day,
       What, I didn't say.

A paucity of creativity
Brings on a lack of productivity
Which causes incivility
That leads me to mendacity.
ljm

I picked up my pencil
And sat down to write
I had nothing to say, for
I’m not very bright.

But that didn’t stop me
I needed a Pome
I needed to scribble
A life-changing tome.

I sweated a little.
I crossed out a lot.
I hoped it was brilliant.
I sensed it was not.

I read the New Yorker
Their poems are obscure
I may write only drivel
But my meaning is clear.

So now I am finished.
I’ll read it and you
Then go get a pencil-
Be a famed poet too.
           ljm

Footprints in mud or sand don't last.
They fade with time and tide.
Footprints on the heart are
Concrete and somehow abide.
                       ljm

A memorable night.
     Anniversary cruise,
        down the Danube,
          with Budapest alight.