The elephant in the room laments and memory falls on common sense whilst on the window ledge she sits thinking back to when she'd flirt and flit always present - always there she senses tension in the air and one diverts from glaring eyes a memory lost - a false design unease amounts … Continue reading the elephant in the room
She knew I knew her unknown thoughts and things kept well from sight like umbrella moon – a sweet perfume as pure as delight And when the night-time hovered and the evening showed its face I knew right then that she would send with elegance and grace Her beauty and compassion her feeling of supreme … Continue reading Umbrella Moon
Belief – it comes in many forms and lends itself to thee a shutter-stock of pictures in a world of wizardry It is a world one cannot see and (surely) cannot touch the make-believe of timelessness of divinity and such Though one is told one should believe - as iron-clad as steel only the strongest … Continue reading Belief
It may have been a whistle stop to some (but not to me) It may have been there all the while beside the avid tree And when the seasons changed – and the sunset turned to day The deciduous and evergreen invited all to stay They shaded thoughts of yesteryear and thoughts yet to apply … Continue reading The whistle stop
Tomorrow comes when the sun gives in to the moon and warrants your forgiveness as the darkness comes too soon Your presence means the world – your smile envied so and enlightens what once was void the essence of forego The sacrifice of warmth returned and thoughtfulness well told and when the sun returns to … Continue reading Tomorrow
Our leaders think they know it all The limelight it keeps them enthralled They know what is best As they lecture the rest Yet flat on their face they will fall.
Norm was a fisherman down at the pier He’d swill whiskey all through the year One day he sorta Fell into the water And that was the end for old Norm, the poor dear
I was walking on the pathway by the highway near the ocean when I saw a tidy park-bench so I thought I’d take a break As I sat there on the park-bench near the ocean by the highway I saw the shaded profile of a woman closing in Her hair was flowing freely – over … Continue reading By the highway near the ocean
I have it mastered now I tell myself - and laugh a happy laugh but ne’er do tell - the secret’s safe with me I say – and yet – Don’t tell the bear or bees of what I’ve done - they love to talk Don’t tell the birds or the bards who ballads lead … Continue reading Don’t tell
Ten little children all in their prime one got lost in a tunnel and then there were nine Nine little children learning to skate one fell down the mountain and then there were eight Eight little children thinking of heaven one was called far too early and then there were seven Seven little children playing … Continue reading And then there were none
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