Mother Nature, van Gogh, and Hen… Painters who gave their all to a m… They shed their tears for their pr… Bound themselves to the work they… Mother Nature with her vibrant re…
They who live by thrills alone Move from one lover to another. When a new love is The only way to find love, Love is only in the thrill.
Little Boy Lost I’m a little boy lost in a manly b… Who dreams of courage and manly fe… Too fearful to venture away from h… Comes a time to catch up to life
Red gossamer skirts shielding secret caves, riding silky avenues high and low, thighs of lustrous white velvet, exposing more secrets along the wa…
As the old man was walking along a mountain path, he came upon a stone. He picked it up and started talking to it. “I see you lying here with your face to the sun. Was your body always...
Coming to a head in the days of yo… The tightening grew tauter for eve… As when the British kept us in th… How much longer would this opposit… A rebellion looms ahead it clearly…
The Rose A rose in all its splendor ‘Tis a sight I shall remember An ode to all God’s handiwork Rising clear above the murk
Adrift Mother Nature’s been kind so far She smiles at us through her chari… Fishing comes easy when the nets a… Blue skies, gentle breezes, everyt…
“Bravo!! Bravo!! Bravo!!” could be heard echoing from the rafters at the sold out concert hall. The performance would go down in history as one of the finest ever. The ghosts of yest...
Little baby sweetie pie oodie poo… Don’t touch, don’t talk, don’t boo… A big, big baby of twenty two and… Little Suzy Hun, run run home to… Little baby fall apart and cry, cr…
Here they are again. Those words keep coming at me. They hide in my sub-consciousness ready to flood my being like a monsoon. After all those years in captivity, I opened the way for ...
The life of plant and animal running parallel to each other early greenery and infant frolicki… lilacs smiling at the rising sun climbing out of their succulent
The Extractor You pull tears from reluctant soul… With your domineering rhymes Your sadness, your jubilation Your proud banners, your desperate…
As winter’s snows have come and go… The stage is set for what lies bey… A gradual warming for the month of… Until the heat of summer comes to… But until then, cool nights are st…
Prospectors of yesteryear scaled the craggy cliffs with their mules, sifting pans, picks, blankets, rifles, food, whiskey, and enough supplies to last as long as it took to find the gol...