(2015)
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
YOU and are not us.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
