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
Hannah and Holly and Jade and Jen walked from the hills to the shore in the sun for a swim Hannah blew bubbles and sang a tune - then the others joined in and they played til noon They’d frolic and gambol whilst down by the sea as the sun cracked a smile as wide … Continue reading Hannah and Holly and Jade and Jen
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
There once was a man called 'The Joker' He had a face that was perfect for poker Some thought his visa a rort He said; I'll see you in court And was put in a detention enclosure
And when the sun stops shining and the sky – it draws a cloud she whispers words of wisdom to those in her surrounds She says; you see a darkened sky your choice – your worldly view but please remember thoughts you had before they cast themselves on you They spoke of luminescence and of … Continue reading The joy of being in awe
Up the stairs and through the door and tucked away under the drawer – the mood of letters spoke A revelation shared with them alone in older days (before home phones) – the mood of letters woke Over time the mood would change – pages yellow (rearranged) – but one thing stayed the same Years … Continue reading The mood of letters
There was a woman whose name (as I knew it) was Lucy She loved nice cream bars (so very fruity) After eating the bars And with no animals harmed She would flail her arms – oh, let’s do the watusi!
Hours past since he had written words as sweet as sunshine - a cherry blossom shared between two lovers safe in bed - opening the wonder of a world distraught with pain That pain had stayed away from their ‘Juliet’ – the balcony beside the doorway by the window in the sun - a sense … Continue reading Cherry blossom
He travelled far and near with her to ranges and the ‘hood he asked for simple things from life and special things he could They spoke of places they had been and some to which they'd yet to stray they spoke of the milk and honey – yes - they spoke of yesterday Their fingers … Continue reading Inside
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