(2015)
To my globe-trotting sister...
Rain never ending Barren hillsides devouring Mudslides triggering The rain’s often a blessing Or catastrophe brewing!
Porcelain beauty Understated elegance Graceful and restrained But beneath, wanton desires Overwhelm her heart and mind
Long, long time ago, there was an… Alone in a mountain cabin a white-… He tried to adopt a dog But instead he got a hog For he was told to get a dog he ne…
Summers used to be pleasant In the air the ocean’s salty scent Lows in the low seventies Highs in the low nineties Clear deep blue skies
Scent of cinnamon in the air Pumpkin spice and vanilla too Sensory proof that autumn’s here..… Out the window what lovely view Freshly cut hay in amber field
Just can’t paint, nor write songs Sadly I take terrible pictures to… But I do the next best thing I write about it, for me and you So, always armed with pen and pape…
My young son threw a ball at me But sadly, he caught me unaware And it bounced right in front of m… Oh! I melted at his wounded stare… Perhaps more focused I should be
To all October born May blessings flow your way May loved ones come see you And sunny be your day To you we raise a toast
I burrow through the space-time co… Into a mystical, mythical, surreal… Lost with a billion suns hurtling… Trapped in a swirling motion into… Time stood still as the gravitatio…
Each time I see her I’m convinced more and more That heaven got it wrong For I adore her Forever she’s my Lenore
Touch his face, she did lovingly Though his cheeks rough with scrag… She gazed at him fondly adoringly But from her eyes lonely tears app… She caressed his frigid and bony h…
Once upon a time in a village by t… There lived a lady whom we shall c… She likes to work all day Till the sky’s dark and gray She toils non-stop for she loves t…
Aye! She talks too much She makes a short story long Phrases into song But he loves her nonetheless For she’s lovely that’s our guess
Our past life, it matters not When our misdeeds are forgiven With a clean slate, we start afres… And with eyes clear, we see heaven… Forget the past? Never must we!
With no time pieces Yet they were able to see Days getting shorter The cavemen fearful Sun will disappear from view