Just a thought in passing.
Should death be a shadowed face Covered in a sheet of black, Or a valley filled with painful du… For the strength that I once lack… What is death, just another step?
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…
Down and ‘round, ’round and down, Three brave souls went creeping In darkened halls and dim-lit stai… Their squinting eyes were peeping. Beatrice Fly saw the Master’s hea…
Just above graves there are distre… Caused by forces that have no cont… And they set about motions, like w… That linger in the air and snatch-… You can’t see or hear as the force…
Calling out to Grandma, As I arrive at the farm, She’s not out front, or in the she… She might be in the barn(?). I moseyed out to the back,
Renewed The odd lights flicker Along the midways set in sand. Cobblestones And melodious tones
Under an Oval Moon, a gold Doubl… Fell heavily upon the ship-lap bar… A man with a hook instead of a han… Wiped sweat from his brow and utte… “We’ll have rum laced with lime.
Gone are the women with buttons an… Bright feathered hats and covered-… Long dresses, with flair, that spr… All tucked in that basket where Y… Gone are the Top-Hats, Gold-watc…
The iron gates screeched, as they… And ghastly shapes found their way… An old hag, dressed in a hooded cl… Cracked her whip and gave orders t… Six ghosts bound in chains, groani…
All the witches stoop and stir their smoking cauldrons While Warlocks choose the things that go within And the Wizards hide
The inspector found a flaw. It wasn’t the sort of thing others… But nonetheless, He was an inspector and it was a f… Just a non descriptive alignment g…
On the Christmas night When the full moon rose I felt a chill From my head to my toes And deep in my heart
Night’s shadow descends Upon my window’s curtain As sleep consumes me. ***JEF The Ships of State sail Among many types of storms
There is someone’s sad song In each lonely heartache, There is some kind of beauty In a face stained with tears. There is someone for each one
“Over the river and through the wo… To Grandmother’s house we go. ...… But it’s not the wolf I worry abo… It’s those Blank-ah-de-Blank Bug… Those with wings and those with le…
