When someone says you’re cute


You notice the ripe fruit


New feelings stir deep down


You want the ‘one’ around


You notice hair and eyes


Checking out the bare thighs 


A hunger fresh and new


These feelings so confused


A new and sudden spark of desire 

Lights in each a drive of romantic fire


Now the fire of desire’s raging 

No fear of fragile, tender hearts breaking 

Searching intensely with the clock ticking 

Deeply in the ritual of dating 

Trusting that the perfect one is out there

Although hard to find, they’re waiting somewhere 

And in your heart you feel that they are near

But what if you never find them, you fear? 

No need to worry, you are in your prime

Enjoy your youth. Go out to drink and dine 

If you’re lucky, your dream mate you will find

Young and attractive with plenty of time

Raging fires tend to burn out of control 

The smoke and heat of lust can take its toll 

Anxiety of not reaching your goal

Youthful beauty fleeting, we all grow old


My heart was young and green 

So full of life and love 

I thought you were a queen 

Sent to me from above 

Turns out you’re born below

Complete with pair of horns

Instead of a halo 

A rose covered in thorns

Ever thirsty for blood

A vampire in the night 

A monster from the mud

Giving children a fright

My heart ripe for reaping 

The fertile crop was torched

On my knees just weeping 

My loving heart was scorched

Spreading her leather wings

Her laughter filled my head

Singing a wicked song

Spat and left me for dead




To complete a course of study

Thirteen years since you had a cubby 

In your kindergarten class

The final one you passed

And tonight you stand together

And diplomas you gather 

Tassels moved to the side

Parents hearts filled with pride

Parties you attend to celebrate

Money, gifts, graduation cake 

Family and friends from near and far

Tonight you’re the shiny star 

Tomorrow begins a new adventure

One challenge gives way to another

Many their advice will give 

But you’ve only one life to live

So look inside yourself to find 

The strength to ever climb 

To the mountain tops that call

For you to conquer peeks so tall

From his Cage

From The Sureshot Rises, available on Amazon!

High above the trees, free from their grip, a single hawk glided effortlessly, sharp eyes scanning for prey. Silently the bird rode the air current and used it to carry him where he wanted. Durbar studied him with envy for a long minute through a window in the trees, crisscrossing like bars from a cage. The hawk suddenly folded his wings, darted towards the earth and out of Durbar’s sight for a moment, then returned to the sky with a hare in his claws. Durbar smiled at the bird of prey as it floated off to his nest to enjoy his meal in peace and freedom, a twinge of jealousy and unfulfilled desire stung the young man’s heart.

Fathers Day

Many names I’ve been called

A few titles I’ve been given 

Some were deserved 

Others spat with venom 

None are more meaningful

Than all of the others

For when a child’s born 

They began to call me father

It’s a title given out

With much ease at first

As I stood by at witnessed

My children’s births

But it’s a life’s commitment

Of sacrifice and effort

To deserve the title

And hold it high with honor 

It’s one I’ll carry

For my lifetime 

I’ll wear it proudly 

For my children are ever mine 

To protect and nurture 

Educate and guide 

Nothing more could ever

Fill my heart with greater pride


I’ve always been a man who enjoys a drink.

I like to sip on ice cold beverage.

Whether beer or wine, or lemonade pink.

I’ll sip something new without much courage.

But I’ve not found one as satisfying.

Than the one you handed me late one night.

It’s aroma is intoxicating.

And it’s flavor is quite a nice delight. 

It’s gentle affect warmed me to the core.

It lightens my mood and brightens my day.

No matter how much I’ve had I want more.

What its full affects are I cannot say.

All I know is, your love has made me drunk.

And it’s put my mind in a complete funk.

The Lone Pine Inn

From my first full length novel The Sureshot Rises

Durbar pulled his cloak over his head and began to walk to the east end of town, toward the keep and the garrison. The inn wasn’t far from the Harmon Keep. Durbar found it without a problem. The sign above the doorway had a picture of a large solitary pine on a hill. It looked like a mighty giant standing defiantly against his foes; its branches appeared as swords ready to attack. From outside, the inn seemed to be rather busy and there was a noise like the rushing of a great river flowing from the patrons inside. Light invitingly escaped from the cracks in the large double doors. Durbar drew a deep breath and stepped through the doors into the light.

The Lone Pine was a large place. There were a lot of tables throughout the room with a small stage in one corner. In the middle of the back wall was a bar. There were a couple of women serving drinks to patrons. Large chandeliers hung from the ceiling that held four small torches each. There were also torches on the walls. Large buck antlers adorned the walls and furs covered the floor. A huge bear pelt hung on the wall behind the bar. To the left of the bar, while facing it, there were stairs, which led up to the rooms. There were twelve rooms altogether. The innkeeper and his wife lived in one and their daughter in another. The other ten were for guests. The inn was bright and loud. It felt alive to Durbar, very different from the lonely cabin, lost in the woods and lost from the world.

Some people stopped their conversation when Durbar entered the room and stared at the dark, cloaked woodsman. He stood for a moment by the doorway scanning the scene before him. He noticed a crowd of people in the far right-hand corner. He didn’t see Prince Rothan anywhere else so he thought he would pass by to see if he was at that table. 

Durbar weaved his way through tables, chairs, and people toward the corner table. As he approached, some of the people standing by it noticed him moving toward them and stepped back whispering alarm to the others. As more people saw Durbar, the crowd parted to avoid his path, which led directly to the prince. Some thought that he might be an assassin sent to kill Rothan. No one could see Durbar’s face because he had his cloak pulled far over his head. Rothan had his guards with him, and as they saw Durbar they stood up, drew their swords, and waited for the approaching man to make a move. All the people between and near them scattered with the threat of violence. Durbar stopped just before the table and paused for a moment. Rothan called out to him as he too stood up, drawing a dagger from his belt, “Who are you? Identify yourself! Why have you come here to threaten me?”

“I have threatened no one, and I am here by your request,” Durbar answered voice clear and strong but forced as his spirit sounded the alarm and the hairs on his neck and arms stood up. Durbar’s eyes darted from one person to another and then back to Rothan. He felt like a hare surrounded by foxes and though he froze in his tracks, his heart raced and his gut told him to flee. Suppressing the trembles deep within, he stood tall.

“What?” shouted Rothan. “Who are you? Tell me now!”  Durbar slowly raised a hand to the hood of his cloak and pulled it from his head revealing his face. Everyone just stood still, waiting for Rothan’s response. He himself was searching for the man’s identity. Then it struck him.

“You…” he began, “you are the man we found in the forest. You are the one who shot Jeshker’s cap from his head. You are Sureshot!” A wide grin crept across the prince’s face.

“Sureshot?” asked Durbar, eyes squinted and brow wrinkled.

“Yes, that’s what I have been calling you because I never got your name,” blurted Rothan.


I’m like a wild beast, dangerous, untamed.

Oft prowling the plains looking for a meal.

Many have tried to catch me but I’m unchained.

Several times entombed but I broke the seal.

Free from the chains of a relationship.

A stallion with no bridal in my mouth.

No saddle on my back, no ropes, no bit.

I have no worries, no fears nor a doubt.

Until you the beast tamer found me free.

First you lured me with sweet outs and grain.

Your love and kindness brought me to a knee.

You whispered softly as you stroked my mane.

And now I gladly stay inside your barn.

Forever happy with your grace and charm.

Little Bullfrog

Little bullfrog 

What makes you croak? 

You complaining? 

Or do you gloat? 

I like your song

So loud and deep

Will you come out? 

So we can meet? 

I’d love to learn 

Your special notes

In your green pond

You love to float 

Life’s so simple

Among the reeds

All of your days

Filling your needs

Just eat some bugs

Swim all day long

Enjoy the sun 

And sing your song