There’s a wee little Bumper, A sidewalk toe-stumper, And he’s sitting like “Thumper” On the edge of a step. He knows where he’s head’n,

In darkness, shadows hide Unseen by misting eyes. But who might seek the softer side Of phantoms and their cries? Those that drift to indigo

On the sidewalk, I saw a Honey-B… It was walking ‘round and ‘round,… I could tell it wasn’t right, his… And I wondered, “Is this his fina… Later on, I passed by and he was…

I was told, “Get the smallest pla… In the most expensive neighborhood… I saw the advantage in doing that And decided that was good. Then they said, “Be on level grou…

She insisted on Caramel And Peanut-butter pastries, Either by the box, or by the pound… And a Walnut, pistachio, lemon ca… With a very thick malt

Across the great expanse With a raging river below, Rope bridges try to fly On the devil-winds that blow. The River’s mist forms a fog

What can I say about a Rainbow That has never been said before; Or the emotional wonder of a star… That array of lights on heaven’s d… How do I express a mountain breez…

We are ripples On a never ending lakes, Like those crystals Too finely made, that breaks. We are mortal

I decided to write a sad love poem… the usual kind, it would lack the… passion, emotion, love, tenderness… betrayal, moonlight, midnight, sta… dreams, remembrances, and longing.