Wind-chimes dancing in the breezes Composing tunes to the many gusts… I would like it to be, But really, I cannot see That this winter is going to be my…
In Among the roses There are odd ones You can see them Now and then
In Irish tales Of ships and sails And foggy glens With spirits bright There comes a tale
Under an Oval Moon, a gold Doubl… Fell heavily upon the ship-lap bar… A man with a hook instead of a han… Wiped sweat from his brow and utte… “We’ll have rum laced with lime.
Each time the end and beginning co… When the Omega and the Alpha are… Each path you are on will have its… Then forever it will be wrapped in… They say the road of life has many…
Grandma has a washtub And she calls it Belly-Round, It’s extra thick, galvanized, And it’s never let her down. Sometimes it’s a stool
She said that she had walked among… But I see no flowers in the field… She said that she had heard a Rob… But I’ve never see a Robin on thi… She said that Aunty Lou had come…
Cast those souls to seas of slumbe… Just past the gates of vacuity, So they may sail a clipper, swift, Beyond horizons to nullity. Nullity holds no love or hate,
A few hours Into the day’s renewing A light goes on And the coffee’s brewing The alarm goes off
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…
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…
Is sandman seen In hollow slumber In halls of sleep Shadowed gray? Where be the rest
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…
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,
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…