This is the first page that I have worked to produce to display my talents. I have been writing poetry since I was 14, but only in the past few years have I taken an interest in making a profession out of it. The purpose of my madness on this page is to get my name out and see what people think of what I write. Please feel free to contact me via e-mail or Guestbook below to give your responses.

Here is a sample of a lot of my works, please feel free to read them and send me some Critiques:

• Random poems
• Affectionate poems
• Mosiac style poems
• National Regard Poems
• Quotes for the moment
• Acknowledgements

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Poetry

Pen in hand, 
Paper in sight, 
Thoughts in mind, 
Some words in mouth.
A poet's life flows slow
once the work has reached 
the point of going the print.
Just as the lion sits to devour the kill, 
The poet works expedient 
to acquire the speed 
to bring thoughts to word, 
But is lax to manipulate 
that work to paper.

          National Blankets 


Just as the bugle sounds loud in the morn
National blankets held in high regard 
The bright red threads deep from hard times before 
The valor of blue in those standing tall
The innocent white of those in the ground 
Our blanket was woven of all these three 
This blanket is warmth for those past dead and gone 
Yet our threads are strong to those against them 
And threaten those like a hawks posed watching
If we push back our safe-holding blankets 
Cold sets in, abandoned with no watches 
It's only when pulled and held, high and tight
Hardship, valor, innocence protected
For the bugle soon sounds to bring darkness.