When I found that I was constantly "putting our fires" and moving on to the next in a long list of deadlines, it's was only appropriate to admit that I was a procrastinator at heart.

The question then follows, "What task did I delay while I sat to write this little poem?"

I had to write haiku's for Poetry class. These are very simple.

This poem was inspired by my ex beau. He and I are both Civil war re-enactors, and this is more of a civil war era poem.

This was written in my Civil War Lit. Class - inspired by the lecture, and by my best friend/ex-beau, who is also a re-enactor.

There are very few people in this world whom I can honestly say that I would not mind being with every single day. My wife Kristy, My cat, Pandora (yes, she is a person), and a select few poets.

Written at a time when I was in search of something I did not have the answer for. When I did find my answer it was too late.

My newest addition to my short, but growing, library of poems. The literal meaning is obvious: a statue of a man sits somewhere in a park, passed everyday by many people, but generally missed. It's handsome and well crafted, but the true meaning of it seems to be lost. The actual connection here is that the statue is a soul; not any particular soul, just the human soul. It explains a little bit about memories, life, death and true heroes within the human condition.

This is a poem I wrote for a friend who does not have self-confidence. Yet, I don't have the right to tell this person what to do, for I don't have confidence either.

I wrote this poem one night when I was trying to decide whether or not to call an ex-boyfriend who I had not talked to in a long time and still had strong feelings for. I had all of these thoughts and fears of what might happen if I called. I didn't know if he would be happy I called or if he would say nothing or even hang up.

I wrote this poem and decided to submit it here because I feel it is something everyone can relate to. Almost everyone knows the fear that overcomes us before calling such a person.

" I am " speaks of searching for peace which starts internally. This is all about self-exploration, and how we come in peace with God, with man, with nature.