(2015)
A answer, of sorts, to Maya Angelou's poem, "The Lesson.
Cousin Wilber built an outhouse, But it’s not like all the rest, Its varnished oak, cedar lined, And engraved with the family crest… He’s got a turbine vent on top
Black Clouds Thundering, Light fingers arc in heaven As Mother Earth Bathes
Too long the staircase circles Up and down the tower wall. The candles flicker against the st… As the servant shuffles through th… The climb is suited to a youthful…
A large, billowed cloud Eats most of the sky above and then comes the rain. Big drops of rain fall, hard, as the sun turns to shadows
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…
“Let’s write a poem!” —- No, let’s not! Have you no remembrance Of that heart you once shot? With an arrow you killed it
Some say they’re feeling low Others say they’ve got the Blues All I know, there’s a darker plac… No matter what’s the name they use… Well I been low and I’ve been dow…
In the early morning misty light, When flowers are being kissed, She appears at the river’s falls Like a shadow in the mist. To see her there, like rain on gla…
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…
Rising above the hillsides Was the moon that is know as Blue And the Raven’s shadow spread Across gravestones, two by two. The graveyard trees had nary a lea…
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…
There is someone’s sad song In each lonely heartache, There is some kind of beauty In a face stained with tears. There is someone for each one
I think it was just before Winter When the change took her away. Yes— I think it was then, not sur… That Fall left the forest, to sta… She stepped from the trees for a m…
I can remember when you danced from side to side, Your seat and panels Tuck-N-Rolled in Naugahyde. One-half ton,
Some may say that I am right, Some may say that I am wrong, But what I say in earnest terms Are things that make me strong. I always try to weigh the facts,