Hear ye, hear ye, whiners take hee… There is a place just for you, Not at the barbershop amidst An unfortunate one’s haircut, Who has listened to your complaini…
Water, dews of heaven, of sacred c… of ancient origins, pliant cathedr… sympathetic hearts, observant eyes… mother of the weeping meadows, heroine of the parched fields,
The Seed An ode to the beginning That has no end A life that can expire But leave its legacy
Me the self, my precious self, of blood and flesh and wit, perfect creation of man, the treasure of treasures, fighting for my preservation,
Sun of morning’s dimly lit behind perforated canopies of faded red and diluted orange metal clouds of brownish purple rising from the tombs of the earth
The Hill Too Easy Prestige became lonely up at the s… When values began their steepen pl… Through poverty came a deep respec… For life, I came to stop and refl…
September’s Symphony Warm days and cool nights Cricket songs and soaring kites Mating rituals and nature’s walk Bringing summer to a teary halt
My hat, my own, My possession, my slave, My rain repellentthinger, My object, my dummy, My lumpa’ felt, felted lump,
Sam grew up in New York City. He learned how to get around with his conniving and shrewdness at an early age. He loved the Yankees and three or four days a week he and his friends wou...
Life is a turbulence within the ca… a sea divided, a one sided comfort, a one sided trial, a philosophy to combine the two,
Words sewn together with vibrant c… with sinewy threads among all othe… splashing upon the parchment in ar… running wild like lovers in sweet… pulling the colors from the rainbo…
He was a young handsome man of twenty one years, penniless, but with high aspirations. His poverty didn’t seem to affect his character, because he still held his head high as if he own...
Paradise lives right around the co… With its yellow eves growing ever… Her feet suspended in the sky, Among the clouds and upward high. She is an angel as soft as snow,
Hail Morgan in the likeness of Penthesilea, queen of the Amazon Tribe who led it into battle in the Trojan War. May you ever stay as fierce as she was then. Flex your muscles and let th...
Busy Silence Open spaces not so clear and silen… Constant air moves with pleasure s… Life never stills, never comes to… We pause and yawn, we come to atte…