Written on the Face As moods shift like the sand So the eyes become their shadows In their shifting manner When worry agitates the quiet soul
Killers with kind eyes and heroic hearts, Pasteurian aspirations, gallant dreams and steadfast patience,
Ashtabula, my Ashtabula, my city most high where I ran up and down her hills, the only city in the universe,
Some Cupids don’t get it right. Some Cupids can’t see the light. Some Cupids don’t know how to fly… Some Cupids’ arrows go awry. Some match up fat ladies with skin…
Lofted rivers of the capricious sk… born of mystery, deceit, and defia… wandering about and forever more, up toward heaven but not of heaven… of habitats neath the royal kingdo…
Little Piccolo Subtle little body that you are Cutting through wild tempests afar With no room to store your might But yet up for a hell-raising figh…
In our old age there comes a time When we can’t find the words to rh… With your assistance, you can sure… When we were young, we didn’t have… For young writers, words are easy…
The Reluctant Christian Smiles affixed, morn’ and night Pretentious faces, cheeks growing… Running out of time, oh for a peac… The Christian way, what a price t…
The Singer The first time I tried to sing th…
Ancient Engines Mysterious columns lie at the bott… Monsters of the sea flap their sun… Powerful engines start up at the d… With the strength to move heavy vo…
The road of life, rocky, smooth, arduous, perilous, breathless, suffocating, out of my control, taking me by forces unsuspected, leading me into dark tunnels,
Where Pleasure Leads Careful plans to become interrupte… Morality’s creed there to be abduc… Pleasure’s smile is an enticing th… Its sorcery works beyond belief
Mother Nature of many colors, Child of nature of many mothers, Many seasons coming into view, With so many colors old and new. Green to yellow to brown to white
Galleries in the skies near and fa… that float under the empyrean, drifting through the clouds, showering the morning with golden necklaces and shiny pearls
Braggart of the terrestrial world, the grand master of the theologian… the one whose eyes and ears collect all the drama of the earth and stuffs it in his big swollen h…
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