(2015)
I stroll along the seaside in my m… And watch the repetitious waves, r… I know their crashing sounds can s… Why?— I don’t know, I don’t know. I watch the graceful gulls cut the…
Honeysuckle and Blue Bells In a backyard English Garden Some Dog Rose and Cowslip In an unlikely place called Harle… There is Ragged Robin, here and t…
Times were those that I wiggled m… in the togetherness sands of a you… and I made my pitch that made me t… trying to form a more perfect rhym… But there was a riddle, deep in th…
I can remember when you danced from side to side, Your seat and panels Tuck-N-Rolled in Naugahyde. One-half ton,
The dark and billowing clouds Drift gently from the sea And the salty air and ocean sounds Surround my lonely Cypress tree. It is a song to the senses
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
Captain Sigh had mud in his eye And a patch hung over the other. His Daddy was a Spanish Pirate As well as his Mother and brother… On the seven seas he artfully sail…
The iron gates screeched, as they… And ghastly shapes found their way… An old hag, dressed in a hooded cl… Cracked her whip and gave orders t… Six ghosts bound in chains, groani…
Wind-chimes dancing in the breezes Composing tunes to the many gusts… I would like it to be, But really, I cannot see That this winter is going to be my…
In the evening, in the twilight,… Of the coming of an age in parody Then I see another vision based o… But in the end, there is a song of… Scarlet red finds its way into my…
In my mumbled, scattered, youth There was no purpose Just a happenstance appearance Of someone’s grand design. But as I grew and looked around
Finius Frog Flew Feverishly Forw… Following Fellow Flier Fickelste… Formations Fashioned From Flying… Furnish Flux, Frequently Facilit… First Fashioned For Fun, Fulker…
Rain, hail, galeforce wind. Hay, I am working down here! SO AM I Noah. wind swirled dust devil dancing down a dusty road
To see the skies of tomorrow’s lig… Far beyond this sunset’s yearning Would turn the tides for sake of s… Setting the sail and mast to burni… Never you meant to see tomorrow
There once was a Wizard of old (At least, that’s what I’ve been… That could change a something to a… A wolf to a goat or a lake to a mo… From bad --- to very good weather.
