(2015)
A answer, of sorts, to Maya Angelou's poem, "The Lesson.
So slow the clouds pass us by Wandering leisurely across the sky Such illustrious billows Like those satin pillows Upon which— lovers lie.
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…
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…
The Banshee wailed as I said to the sea “One more sunrise before I die” JE Falcon
What the mind conceives of books a… And visions conjured deep in cloud Shall never fetch the love of fait… 'though love shall speak of faith… Mystic dreams can melt from parabl…
I’d like to be a balloon today Something lite so I could drift a… Off to places where only balloons… Like Circuses, Carnival, and Par… Places where people take a break a…
They wanted to know If I’d tasted the Rye When they asked for the truth With a wink of an eye. “Tell us your story,
There’s a little white church at t… And it’s next to a park in “Goose… The park isn’t much, just some gra… And an old wishing well, if wishin… There’s a story that’s told about…
Somewhere deep within the mellow, casted shadows, deep and shallow, swirling round her rose-drop eyes and flying high in fullmoon skies. Too many angles touch the dust
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…
The night bore frost and the moon… To stalking clouds in the mystic s… At the witching hour came a terrib… It was the sound of a battle cry. An aging knight on his trusty stee…
The old man stands on the cliff’s… Trying to make the words and music… He closed his eyes to see further Just beyond the whispers of the wi… Then he stretched out his arms and…
Just above graves there are distre… Caused by forces that have no cont… And they set about motions, like w… That linger in the air and snatch-… You can’t see or hear as the force…
Like waves of the sea, The grain fields moved, Grasping the ambulant eye. In this place of the beaver, The lumberjack and weaver;
On this Christmas night, When the full moon rose, I felt a chill From my head to my toes And deep in my heart