Just a thought in passing.
There’s a little white church at t… And it’s next to a park in “Goose… The park isn’t much, just some gra… And an old wishing well, if wishin… There’s a story that’s told about…
Night’s shadow descends Upon my window’s curtain As sleep consumes me. ***JEF The Ships of State sail Among many types of storms
In the evening, in the twilight,… Of the coming of an age in parody Then I see another vision based o… But in the end, there is a song of… Scarlet red finds its way into my…
It took seventy years to figure ou… That life scatters truth, left and… And those first thirty years, refl… Were shades of dull, with times of… There were some so good, and some,…
Down the chimney came the Jolly f… It was obvious that the geezer had… With sack on his back, he slid dow… And landed on the stove, in the mi… My wife was glazing the Porker’s…
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,
The dark and billowing clouds Drift gently from the sea And the salty air and ocean sounds Surround my lonely Cypress tree. It is a song to the senses
Times were those that I wiggled m… in the togetherness sands of a you… and I made my pitch that made me t… trying to form a more perfect rhym… But there was a riddle, deep in th…
“Peter Piper picked a peck of pic… Peter Piper COULD NOT have pi… The tongue twister should be, (Pe… After all, if Peter Piper partici…
Let me be among the first to welcome Autumn In my tennis shorts and cotton top… oh, so cool. With Lemonade in hand
Oh shiny and versatile Crescent W… That hangs on my wall, near my wor… You have a hole, at one end, for h… Your designer was brilliant, he wa… My wrench is chrome plated
All the witches stoop and stir their smoking cauldrons While Warlocks choose the things that go within And the Wizards hide
I was drawn to a drawing On a tent Was a face A Blue-eyed Gypsy In a Black Shawl of Lace
If a Black-hole were a drain Its exit could spew rain; The rain being things it consumed. Look, another universe has bloomed… D. Thurmond/JEF
The Shepherd said to the falcon, “Fly little bird.” The falcon said to the Shepherd, “If only I could, by thy word.” “But I have a broken wing