I was sitting In the corner Of a cafe in the city When I wondered whatsoever Would become of all the people With their chatter and their laughter They threw heads back with delight Except for this one man With no hair and a beard He stroked it maybe five times Like he was mulling … Continue reading in the corner of the cafe
I stand beside the shallow lake The water fading fast And hark back to times of yore – They seem so far apart They were days of laughter and of joy Replaced by solemn face Reflected as the water fades Distorted – fading grace The face I see is old and gaunt The face I … Continue reading the shallow lake
They had it all - but nothing as well (Unable to finish a single row) They had everything - and nothing to tell A little time lived a long while ago They had what they wanted but not what they saw (Desire reaps envy in all that they yearn) Avariciously craving for more than can … Continue reading Enough
I stand, somewhat wobbly, on my feetThe morning post the night beforeI haven’t had enough to eatA liquid diet (need some more)I down a glass in earnestnessAnd sense objection in your eyesDon't rid me of my pleasantnessOr you’ll regret what you decryWeakened, I sit on the couchAnd watch a bit of Morning ShowWhat did he … Continue reading Somewhat wobbly
Surreptitiously hang overhead From one - the lesser portion Like when the thunder breaks the cloud Delivering distortion Distortion stays – extracts the fray The lesser light is shining Deflect away as if to say Your thoughts he will define them
Warm is a log fire Soft is milk with cream Gentle is a butterfly’s broad wings
the bubbling brook bristles frustration builds inside popping air from an ever natural stream
Freedom stood upon the mountain top to view the rising sun That day he felt happy walking tall and straight The sun brought warmth to the travails of his fight A fight he’d surely ne’er for granted take Freedom looked down upon the villagers Within their village many roamed carefree But unlike Freedom they were unaware What they … Continue reading Freedom II
Black, white or brindle - oh, what do I care All living together - we breathe the same air Now old men with money raise protests with cunning What of the outcome? Down the barrel we stare Down the barrel we stare yet cannot see a thing Except for the throng - danger in story … Continue reading down the barrel
There was an adventurous fellow called Willy He hiked a mountain he felt way too hilly He got to the top Thought; shit, what a drop What an old silly-billy was Willy
