I love to wear pretty pink panties, Under my dress, The fact that I’m a man underneat… Could be anyone’s guess;
Turn off the tap, Mind thoughts feelings No more in rapt I feel myself reeling No longer is it noise or real,
Another day has past, I feel peace at last, The spings overflows their banks As I give joy & thanks A bird once in bondage is set free…
To honour one’s predecessors, Is deserving & kind, Especially ones of the same name So fine, James Dickey writes 'Deliverance’
Each day is unique, A path of the Earth, That is never to be repeated, From our birth, Each day has its own blend
What is the latest news? What is the weather? What’s new in the world Does knowing it make me Better for having the knowledge
The only relationship We need to be of concern, Is the one we have with God, The others are reflections, Chances to learn,
Where is the happiness, I was promised? Where is the mirth & joy, The contentment Is it a ploy?
I live to weave my thoughts Into words, My word into phrases, My phrases jump to life On paper;
I love to wear dresses, To feel like a girl, In pretty petticoats, pinafores, Wedding gowns & sundresses, I swi… I love to wear dresses
God is perfect Religions are not, Humanities effort To reach heaven Is frought with imperfections,
If your thoughts Consume you with misery, Your mind tortured full Change the channel, Now look at things beautiful,
Human beings are fickle, Sometimes we want ice-cream, Sometimes a pickle, At times in winter we are cold, In summer hot,
The humble ant what a marvel, He can lift more than twice his we… And carry the spoils on his back w… The humble ant can worl for hours… Communicate simultaneously while w…
Writing & reading poetry Is delicious, Like smelling & eating Mom’s Apple pie without the dishes, What is life for but