An old gent was tellin' me about how his dad wrote "a dry book" on a given topic, and argued the issue before the Supreme Court. Pretty important dad! And mine? "My dad rescued two hookers during a boxer riot in Kowloon."
Categories:
heroics, city, family, father, father
Form: Prose Poetry
There’s a bend on the end of the rainbow
Reflecting refractions of light
Promises written on water
Holiday nights of delight
Words shadow boxing on speakers
Rebounding resounding in rhyme
Spider webs sailing on sunsets
Floating on shadows of time
Alone on the edge of tomorrow
Hands holding tight to today
Sunlight as stardust exploding
In passion to just get away
Measured in decades of moments
Fear is reluctant to pay
Categories:
heroics, life, loss, passion,
Form: Sonnet