He stands on the edge of windy cli… Where images and shadows seldom bl… He closed his eyes to sees beyond; Beyond the whispers and the wind. Then he stretched himself, as if t…
All the witches stoop and stir their smoking cauldrons While Warlocks choose the things that go within And the Wizards hide
Rain Clouds say, “Bye-Bye,” as a Rainbow spans the sky, and I sigh, “Oh my.” *** JEF Oceans begin with a single drop of water,
It took seventy years to figure ou… That life scatters truth, left and… And those first thirty years, refl… Were shades of dull, with times of… There were some so good, and some,…
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
A Limerick written for fun is a Limerick seldom undone, And if it is funny then it’s right on the money. A pound of chuckles is worth a Pu…
I am put upon and drained Up in the Willow’s highest branch… So, I linger in the shadows of it… However I shall never render blame
While gliding down that last great… Comes the shrill voice of the Fal… And the soul reaches out for a com… Called the Weave of the Dreamer’s… Not so long had the spirit fled
Find pardons for them in dim lit h… In the marbled walkways of polishe… Find pardon for them, but not for… That sit in cages, all alone. Gluttony comes by way of want
I can remember when you danced from side to side, Your seat and panels Tuck-N-Rolled in Naugahyde. One-half ton,
The Dragonfly Zips along the river’s edge Its wings make the sound of the be… It hovers For a moment
Too many walks in the park, dear… Yellow speckled freckles on fields… Autumn used her brush In a hurried rush Now Winter finds grays in which t…
Finius Frog Flew Feverishly Forw… Following Fellow Flier Fickelste… Formations Fashioned From Flying… Furnish Flux, Frequently Facilit… First Fashioned For Fun, Fulker…
Seated on a bolder In the midst of Yellowstone Reflecting on a Geyser And a Bison, all alone. Tis my place to unwind the springs
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.
