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
She gave a press conference on broadcast TV She checked the journos to make sure they could see The look on her face Faking compassion and grace Oh how self-righteous our leaders can be
No longer do I travel far Or shed the world I stood to view No longer do I move outside The land I yearned and crooned and streamed No longer do I love for sake (True love found in inner feeling) No longer do I seek success Or look to sunshine’s inner glow For it … Continue reading Angst
Whenever love Runs amok A thought-provoking Tune Comes to mind Under the sun That blends Into the moon
Is this the only life I’ll live To expand my view I sense a wry immortal soul That brings a world anew Or will I live beyond this world Extend to sight unseen And only then will I be blind To places I have been Or will I touch a trembled soul That shudders in … Continue reading Anew
I was standing On the station I had nothing left to say – When the sunshine Turned to darkness And the shadow lost its way – I looked beyond To find it And over my shoulder gently – He pressed the button Took the stairs instead And then he disappeared – There was a rock … Continue reading the station
I was thinking of a moment when my silence it was golden and the thought of conversation was effecting my emotion I sat counting messages yet to be returned as the voices would embellish the ideas that came to mind It wasn’t til the avenue and pathway I was walking brought a certainty … Continue reading I was thinking
Into the world of willows weeping I wander wondering when or where I will smell the salt air exclaiming; so long to bewildering scenes of why declaring; yes, we share in the lover’s cry and under those willows we can be seen gazing and sharing and caring … Continue reading Unfurled
There was a young man named Blewitt Who stood on a hilltop in Druitt He measured its height And said with delight It’s not a hill – it’s a mountain – I knew it! picture courtesy of https://www.intofilm.org/films/16055
A man could be seen at the pier every morning Every day someone would notice him yawning Too early? one said The man’s eyes were still red Oh, it’s my wife – she just can’t stand my snoring
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