There is a segment of man That can never be free. And it clings like a shadow, It’s name, ... Vanity. For all that man covets
Scrub-Jays like peanuts. Unsalted and in the shell is of my choosing. A perplexing fact: With many places to nap
On the Christmas night When the full moon rose I felt a chill From my head to my toes And deep in my heart
Rain, hail, galeforce wind. Hay, I am working down here! SO AM I Noah. wind swirled dust devil dancing down a dusty road
A Limerick written for fun is a Limerick seldom undone, And if it is funny then it’s right on the money. A pound of chuckles is worth a Pu…
I decided to write a sad love poem… the usual kind, it would lack the… passion, emotion, love, tenderness… betrayal, moonlight, midnight, sta… dreams, remembrances, and longing.
The disconcerted Porcupine, Waddles it’s way across the manicu… Paying no mind to the Calico Cat That learned it’s lesson weeks ago… Mockingbirds chase their siblings
I lost my Muse the other day It just spread its wings and flew… And I’m not quite sure where it d… When it breached that vision of fa… It has left before but it came bac…
What can I say about a Rainbow That has never been said before; Or the emotional wonder of a star… That array of lights on heaven’s d… How do I express a mountain breez…
There’s so much politics in politi… And the bull that they feed us, it… The candidates they offer have see… Where did they get these people, a… The right and left, I been there…
Dear Lord, there were times when I wove the fiber of my being into the fabric of my life and each time that it unraveled it left a patch behind,
Some pray and ask for miracles, {But you do them every day}, They seem to think that you should… Some mountain ... pass away. All the proof is in your deeds,
There once was a Wizard of old (At least, that’s what I’ve been… That could change a something to a… A wolf to a goat or a lake to a mo… From bad --- to very good weather.
So slow the clouds pass us by Wandering leisurely across the sky Such illustrious billows Like those satin pillows Upon which— lovers lie.
It was just past midnight When I heard a bell, It wasn’t a big one, It was small, I could tell. Ting-Ting, Ting-ting,