The poet’s cat is so sedate; she’s happy with her feline fate.
She snoozes on the garden wall, too dignified to fret or fall.
When strolling ‘cross the busy street, her heart maintains a steady beat.
She’s so serene and so seraphic, fearless of the teeming traffic.

The poet’s cat lies in the sun when poet’s day at work’s begun.
(He works, you see, so schemes and sweats. Has bills to pay, including vet’s!)
She flicks her tail and seems to say, "Leave me to have a lazy day.
I’ll dabble with idyllic dream, while you regard your work regime.”

I’m more than what you see
There’s something deep inside me
That makes me laugh, makes me cry
That oft times makes me feel like dying
What purpose would it serve
To do something that absurd
So, when I’m down I hold it back
I collect my thoughts to stay on track
And when the night is dark and cold
I think of all the stories told
Held within my frenzied mind
And close my eyes
Take a breath or two
And silently remember You!
That someday I might dwell with you!
Adonai, Adonai, Adonai!

Emotion gone wild
Causing us to seek support
Through loved ones and God

‘I’m sad,” you say
Mocking poetry.

“Useless,” you say
Egging me on.

“Waste of time” you say,
Trying to make me stop.

I left you behind for freedom.

Writing…
It’s the only freedom I know.

Writing is my tires on the road
With destination unknown.

Writing is my escape
When I feel trapped inside myself.

My direction
When I feel lost.

My foundation
When life is unsteady.