In the late 1980s we lived in the Dallas area. One winter we had an icestorm (which started as a harmless snowfall) followed by a hard freeze with temps dropping to -1 deg F. We were housebound for days
Three boys wanted to be famous, on… Knights too; and among all the nic… They set off one Saturday To the hills atop the bay Adventure! the Lost Boys fighting…
The weather dreadful To sleet, snow turns rapidly Numbing and chilly Utter darkness cloaks the land There blows the harsh frigid wind
Surrender not; hope, give up never Look east! Rising, the radiant su… Soonest, it’s rays will warm us al… Light shall banish darkness, and w… Fret not therefore, the Lord shal…
It’s all over, darkness is no more The thunder clouds have lifted And the morning mist has vanished Spirits of the night are now defea… The sun is brilliant up in the hea…
Fears are reminders Of unwanted memories From whence we were young They continue to haunt us When awake and in our dreams
Conceal your tears behind a smile Don’t cry, let no one see you swea… Keep your woes in secret exile Your biggest hurts you must forget Bury the grief that burns inside
It’s a season of promise that all’… Heaven smiles; yeah! The future’s… All we see, hear, touch! What a d… Nature’s beauty has cast a magical… Sadly, spring will eventually bid…
One day I’ll wake up and say I don’t want anything more I’m contented every way And to the blue skies I’ll soar Someday perhaps! but not today
John wanted to earn money so he ca… But rather than work for it, he pl… Alas he lost his shirt Got tossed in the dirt Half-naked and scared stiff, he’s…
Once there was a poet with severe… He tried everything but the words… Desperate, he tried marijuana Sadly, it didn’t bring nirvana Disappointed he concluded weed’s a…
Beneath his harsh tone, An ache he cannot let go Grief’s quiet poison In lashing out, he conceals The black emptiness he feels
Bright lights all around the neigh… Putting everyone in a festive, hap… And in the airwaves, we hear holid… The malls brimming with persistent… We’re there; be it sunny skies or…
Gentle almond eyes Thick silky hair lustrous sheen Lovely flawless skin Porcelain goddess Yet fire and warmth in her eyes
Few things in life do matter That gives us satisfaction Usually the end of things The pure joy of completion And a simple evening meal
She’s my butterfly princess From the day that she was born Over fifteen years ago She’s my sunshine every morn Lovely lady she now is