(2015)
A answer, of sorts, to Maya Angelou's poem, "The Lesson.
I once knew a woman whose name was… She filled me with lies and built… She took me to places that I’d ne… And lead me to fancy that “I was… She taunted and teased, consuming…
Her gaze rests on billowed sails, Held in place by slumber’s rigging… As she sails past shadowed coves Where moonlight dances on pearl sa… In the distance a foghorn sounds
Crystal Sails on “The Golden Sch… Her rigging laced with silver thre… This ghost ship sails, (All hands… By the ghastly crew, now firmly de… Foggy harbors and misty coves
Along the river near the lock in Gulhanny Lived a dragon by the name of Cruel And there, too,
What is the difference between an Irishman and a liar? The liar is full of deceit, the Irishman is full of blarney...! Question: How many Irishman does it take to change a light-bulb...
The Dittle-dots Construct their plots While the Rotten Randy’s Enlarge their lies. They all take hold
I Once visited the land of “WAS” Why I did that If memory serves It was just because. It wasn’t a plan for sea and sand
On a mighty steed dressed for batt… Rode the Knight of a Thousand Ey… In a silver suite of armor fashion… From the lightning bolts within th… Then from the night came the Shad…
I saw God and misconceptions crossed my mind… I heard God but cannot remember what was said. I felt God
The sign says “No Parking– AT… And yes, that means it is a crime. To ignore it and say, “Stick-it”,… Pay attention, and believe that st… No, the sign didn’t say, “You’re…
Two Rocking-chairs kicked Now and then By Summer’s pompous wind Two lemonade glasses Half full
In the deep-blue chill of morning Along the shallow bays of time Came the Spirit of the Yesterday With its haunting, melancholy, rhy… It flows upon Remembrance Shore
Oh woe is me, I’m a Pine you see And Christmas has come my way. Past years weren’t bad; I was lim… So I was spared, to live another… But last year’s weather was so muc…
All the witches stoop and stir their smoking cauldrons While Warlocks choose the things that go within And the Wizards hide
So slow the years wandered by When life first placed my toes in… But now, I believe, the clock run… For each year is gone before I th… JE Falcon