(2015)
A answer, of sorts, to Maya Angelou's poem, "The Lesson.
It was just past midnight When I heard a bell, It wasn’t a big one, It was small, I could tell. Ting-Ting, Ting-ting,
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…
A Waltz In The Air In the mist she dances in the garden He sees her in the fog, now and then.
Tis the night of the Purple Rose When the Leopard seeks a place to… In the shepherd’s garden she finds… And into its branches she shall le… And into its branches she does lea…
Calling out to Grandma, As I arrive at the farm, She’s not out front, or in the she… She might be in the barn(?). I moseyed out to the back,
Oh woe is me, I’m a Pine. You se… And Christmas is coming 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…
A few hours Into the day’s renewing A light goes on And the coffee’s brewing The alarm goes off
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…
“Over the river and through the wo… To Grandmother’s house we go. ...… But it’s not the wolf I worry abo… It’s those Blank-ah-de-Blank Bug… Those with wings and those with le…
Along the river near the lock in Gulhanny Lived a dragon by the name of Cruel And there, too,
As the Blue-Moon rises In the monolithic sky It casts reflected light On the dead and the lame. The shadows, thus created,
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…
Is sandman seen In hollow slumber In halls of sleep Shadowed gray? Where be the rest
The Caterpillar weeps from her co… Not as she was, as Spring has fou… Flying on wings of genetic flux Into the eyes of our children’s ch…
We are ripples On a never ending lakes, Like those crystals Too finely made, that breaks. We are mortal
