The snow shall come again. From a lofty place suspended between heaven and earth comes soft crystals, floating down in cadence to the song of the wind. God from above, conducts the ch...
“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...
Those fat white clouds hanging o’e… A pictorial playground in the azur… Home of dreams and imagination Where riders ride on white stallio… With plumes of silken rivulets tra…
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…
Kids you are so, so lucky. You ha… years left to learn. Time is on yo… is no end to learning. When school… me way back when, I didn’t stop le… there were 30 hours in a day. What…
He is Coming He waits for the final breath His kind eyes, his noble wings His silence shouting from muted ho… From blinding faith to highs so be…
On a hill where the trees have no… and the bands of the dead with dru… play on at the gates of the olden… where Dracula and his evil spirits… Those who ventured up the craggy h…
Rain or shine, Clancy’s widow would be seen at 3:00 PM every day, visiting her husband’s grave at St. George’s Cemetery on the hill. The tombstone read, “Tom Clancy, born Nov 25, 1919 ...
Mother’s lullaby, the sweetest sou… That eases the anxiety from all ar… Music of a thousand violins playin… In unison in voice of an angel pra… All in reverence to one little voi…
Denizens came out to play again near the road and around the bend, behind the camouflage of vibrant g… where it’s safe from everywhere an… Springtime spread out its emerald…
Frozen Eyes Twenty second century passion Love, hate, joy and sorrow All the same, staring out into spa… Faded away with the dews of heaven
Winter’s vespers in mobile cathedr… That drift in the snow filled skie… Psalms of praise at season’s end, Mother Nature’s eternal blessings Wrapping up Winter’s silent litur…
Sensitivity is like a fountain of… A journey into the depths of passi… A look into the thrill of living, A daunting ride without a driver, A curious look into the darkness,
As the pre waking hours zoomed by in my deep sleep, I was awakened by the coldness that cut through me like the north wind. Some half human see through thing floated through the walls ...
So that sly ole’ leprechaun thought he was pulling a fast one on me, eh. He told me that the gold was buried next to one of the trees, and that he was going to tie a red ribbon around ...