Proper Poetry

"Let me help you up, Senor" he said as I sprawled on the stucco pavement where I'd tripped. "Obrigado" I replied onc...

Regular visitors to my garden when the sun shines between the showers, a pair of wood pigeons forage together searching for food among the f...

Though sexes attract the contact is fraught; the act is the fact but the thrill is the thought,

Sad but true. Personality and character do not infatuate. Looks do. Not rocking robin but hopping robin ! Always on the lookout for grub, co...

The long delayed springtime explosion bursting a universe of leaves clouds the sky with constellations which the summer solar breeze automat...

Not long ago the tools of the trade were trowel, hoe, fork and spade. But now, as if by TV law, it's hammer and nails, drill and saw.

The singer climbed on top of the amps; the male bass guitarist wore a dress. Such circus antics more than hint their music won't impress...