Standing on the hallowed ground I look above and all around And feel the magic touch It comes to share the feelings grand The crowd no more within its stands As dusk replaces day So much of meaning came before Now just a memory - times of yore Held within their land I’ve walked with … Continue reading The hallowed ground
He stood before the shallow sea And wondered what went wrong If only for the simple things Like solitude and song He stood before the shallow sea And thought that he’d have plenty But then desire came along And ‘fore he knew he’d spent it The window opened once again The sunshine danced along He … Continue reading The shallow sea
It wasn’t what he’d thought it was And never would it be The ease with which his mortal self The ease with which he’d see Tomorrow turn to yesteryear And yesterday to now And when they turned he held her hand And whispered with a vow A vow that would see them become A couplet … Continue reading A lesson
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
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
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