Category: Poetry

  • poem 4

    To my love, the soul of my life, To my love, my one and only wife: What has been written  With the ink of our blood, Borne forth from the fount Of our one, united heart; What has been written With the pen of our lives, Deep within the bones Of our one, united flesh;…

  • poem 3

    Redemption comes from on High—and it must be so, for none of us could e’er atone for the sins we have committed against the One Who sits on High, enthroned above in the perfect purity of endless harmony within Himself, Who knows no end of the perfection of completeness nor vicissitudinous needs as though He…

  • poem 2

    El dos, el segundo no es el peor, pero lo siento si estas, como la gente en general le dice lo que el dos, el segundo lugar es el peor.

  • poem 1

    Too much coffee makes Jack wired– like a cop on a sting, recording every con- versation, hopped up  on donuts and adrenaline. Shoot the ray gun! cried the captain after the covert op had been uncovered, botched by an overzealous cop, too wired with coffee to keep the wires under wraps, as he had already…