In my youth, I went through a phase of writing rhyming love poems. I managed to find one such “masterpiece”  in my memory box to publish. At the time, I was super proud of what I wrote. Now, it makes me feel a little nauseous and I think to myself:  I must have had a lot of…

I wrote this Old Father Time poem when I was 14-years-old and thought I’d share it. Old Father Time Poem “Christmas – what is it?” I heard him declare, As he walked past this morning with his nose in the air And old legs a wobbling, And grunts in his voice, “Christmas is happiness, laughter,…

I wrote my Victorian Pauper poem when I was 15 years old, which is why it rhymes.  Rhyming poetry was very popular when I was growing up – not so much today. A Victorian Pauper He searches the dustbags and rattles the bins. Not even the peasants will let him in. His clothes are all tatty…