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…
We are ripples On never ending lakes Like a crystal Too finely made, that breaks. We are mortal
On the Christmas night When the full moon rose I felt a chill From my head to my toes And deep in my heart
Let’s have a taste of the whiskey Let’s have a taste of the Ale Let’s have a taste of a Lass’s li… Before we set to sail ————————————————————-
She says she always falls For the wrong kind And she has cried foolish tears For every one. “My choices will be different,
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…
How many sounds do you hear in her… And what is the color of her soul… Do you see her in the blazing oran… Or in the hope that comes a-dancin… Does the song she sings remind you…
Hig-ah-la-digly, round and wiggly, Curles, dimples and apple pie, Running ‘round the running rooms, Connecting with all, that aren’t s… Hig-ah-la-digly, round and wiggly,
To slip away One summer morning To just disappear Without warning To find a place
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…
In the days of Never-After Came a discontented flurry A mix of thought that lost a lot When given to the worry. Blame was cast upon the wind
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,…
In the silence of moonbeams thoughts pass to calm so, falling is seldom heard upon the clouds I ride on D. Thurmond / JEFalcon
Too long the staircase circles Up and down the tower wall. The candles flicker against the st… As the servant shuffles through th… The climb is suited to a youthful…
Skylight Pink, a Hoot owl’s winks In the mist and the morning shadow… Love and life like a sculptures kn… Has carved a world of sorrows. Grieving Blue, if all you knew
