Shoveling

The repentant ones knowWhat to think when they findSuch a volume of snowOn the driveway, but mindIt’s a ploy of the devilTo make you to…

Waiting

When the fast slows down And the night turns to pray With its children as one All five moons away

Consider now “man” an adjectiveTo mean less a beast and more manThen take its comparative, “manner”, a proof That a word comes about by a…

The things that we find mundane We hear them again and again Repetitive, boring And set to inducing All manners of snoring Are often all…

My first collection of poems was released yesterday by Fons Vitae. Alhamdulilah. Also available on Amazon.com.

I think the greatest lie is when You say you haven’t time You say it even as you pen A silly little rhyme

It is not love to love a thing That dies for such a death may bring Decrease in what you thought was love When comes…

Know when you offer Your service and love That all you intended And all that you do Begins in a place Beyond time and space…

October flurries reminding us we’re not in control of anything at all .

Words of tots like leaves of trees Full of color when they fall