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 […]
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Limerick XXXIII
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.
Limerick XXXII
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
Limerick XXXI
The wind was blowing like blazes But I knew that it wouldn’t faze us My hair flew in the air I said; I don’t care I’ve got more in my bathroom next to my razors
A lifetime bare
A burden in the afternoon like lightning in the dark and when the night stars disappeared the evening met with stark And yet the sunlight would return so long as hope was there and what was once a semblance of would strike a newfound care They will not speak of what had been or what […]
Peace and quiet
Fishing marlin was his thing – unruly – unkempt – tragic And a pen that stroked a thousand words – a drink devoid of magic How can you write and drink as well indulgences are few and far Friends were where romance blossomed like a smile from the bar Seen across the sozzled sort – […]
Like a sprinkle
He looked left -he looked right –it was darkness he was viewingHe walked a stepand then anotheras he turned to face the airHis face was freckledhe was tired – (was it youth that he was missing)Would a smile findhis mouth and sit there inside of him – or shareFriends – (there werenone) – yet therewere […]
Delight
I stand before the robust shore and wonder if I’ll swim I reach out as far as I can see and still the light is dim I hold my hand for someone else to grasp it and abscond yet is it time that has run out or excitement that’s beyond Beyond foresight and foreboding a […]
Haiku poetry XXX
She is a sketch from life that wakes defiant – the din of dawn escapes her
Limerick XXIV
The Health Commissar said stay home or get ill Report signs of a dry cough, feeling tired or chills We must kill this thing Get a jab – it won’t sting If your brothers and sisters won’t thank you I will
sensualism 