I’ve got a splinter in my lil fing… So I’ll need a needle to take it… A sharp samurai ain’t worth a ding… Unless my finger, I can do withou… But should one night, I meet a ni…
Above, the red hawk soars on high Below, the forest stirs in strife The hunter streaks across the sky While shadows chase the dance of l… The sun gives warmth, both pure an…
The woods are on fire As the afternoon winds blow A red orange glow As far as our eyes can see Glorious nature’s tapestry
A sweet smile twinkle in her eyes Happiness unmistakable Squealing she runs to her mother Excitement uncontrollable Watching her reaction priceless
As we grieve the passing of anothe… Our mending hearts shattered one m… We reach out to heaven, ask what w… Forsaken we are, though guilty of… But here we stand firm, our faith…
His early morning cardios end At the same time he rounds the ben… Always at dawn’s earliest light In time to catch an awesome sight Gradually, the rising sun peeks
A pastel kind of morning Suffused incandescent light Mysterious and enchanting The hazy mist ghostly white Magical and bewitching
I saw a one-legged man Do an incredible dance routine With twizzles and pirouettes That would rival a ballerina. Yet here I am a two-legged clod
How dare you doubt my existence When here I am, in your presence. If I don’t exist in your view, Most assuredly, neither do you! You say I’m just a fleeting thoug…
A Limerick, but not for Laughs… Saga of the Empath and the Soc… An empath fell in love with a soci… Whose heart was as cold as a frost… She’d sense every ache
I sat thinking what to write But my brain’s empty right now Outside, the moon shining bright Still dark is my mind somehow Best to retire for the night
As usual, a case of he said, she s… Another argument halfway to nowher… Been that way since the day they w… It seems they’re amidst a nightmar… But they seek their bearings inste…
from a nightmare he woke up suddenly desperately trying to remember the dream, but unsuccessfully he glanced at her side of the bed
the journey begins wherever we may be... the train won’t leave, unless we say so, for the future
A faint scent of jasmine Stirred up an emotion Long, long dormant She wore it often Her magic potion
