Warm days of summer brought rain f… Wet shirts and trousers hanging at… Wild and boisterous laughters hear… Warm smiles of children at play... Wet and sweaty faces on display...
I walked through the threshold of… In that place, sanity became obsol… I walked the path and hardly disce… The theatrical web’s pantomime’s d… I felt the angsts in chaos like bl…
Sitting on the rock, Continued his pleading croaks. Princess, where are you?
The storm of the night abated to t… Silver lining of clouds highlighte… deep dark canvas above... soon to bare clear starry sky with twinkling stars
He struggled for years... Hiding someone’s smears. Held on to painful tears Never learned to deal with fears. Carrying on with scathe,
Good Tidings By: Imrogue Bring good tidings this Season th… Chaotic minds, may peace come to y… Hope in hearts embrace it well,
My heart beats in organized fleet, Perfect timing in every beat. It’s faster... lifted me to limere… Since you came to my senses! I will have to swear no pretenses.
Sickle tools done their jobs Farmers gathered their crops Between fields and laithe Foraging continued though late. Day in, day out... they sowed...
The warmth and coolness of sand enveloped my bare feet. The silky feel of pure whiteness, rubbed my skin to the top of my fe… Atop the dunes, majestic horizon
I want to lunge at it with full force– to rip it apart until there’s nothing left of it– To never lay eyes on it again
I packed to Oz late afternoon... in rainbow-colored hot air balloon I said goodbye to nobody... wearing something oh so gaudy! I landed on the Munchkin land...
The “Weeping Willow” tree— in Spring, I’d like to see! Its name may sound so sad, Somehow, it makes me glad! Swaying gracefully on its frame
Glasses are turned Up for his drinks Stack the card decks Black Jack’s the game Winner takes all!
The Drying Tree By: Imrogue Pine needles brittled— The tree’s tall—remains upright— So still and hopeful—
The crimsoned branches of the plum… stretching out vertically, The pears’ luscious greens flutter… as the breeze tickles the branchin… The grape vine’s sprouting leaves