Collectors of the Nectar

As Rose does open her petals wide in the morning light

The collectors of her sweet Nectar advance like army drones

They hover over her colored petals filled with delectable delight

Floating just above her and teasing with gentle might

Passionate about tasty syrup from her tender zone

While tenderly touching each red petal in soft flight

A gentle breeze is made when the tongue unites

And Rose’s liquid is lightly disowned

Bringing sensations that incite

Then the injects himself boldly in spite

Where he collects his pleasures intone

And pollinates her with forced electrolyte

With the focused vision of a gladiator’s sight

His mission in Rose will be done in one visit sown

As both will benefit from this one invite

For this was the visit of the butterfly’s flight

And the Bee came to share the pollen despite

They both shared Rose’s pleasure sprite

So next year a new Rose will grow with beauty slight

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.