As featured in "Verse-Virtual" publication ff@verse-virtual.com Sept 2014 issue
Behold the equinox as the sun retu… To ease the anxiety and prevailing… Dressed up in its finest vernal at… Moving with the speed of a skyward… Looking down at the cold earth bel…
Lazy days of Summer are here with… as we wipe the sweat from our clam… The work is done and so are we. ’Tis time to sit down under the ma… Ah-h the lemonade is so refreshing…
What If? You were dissatisfied with Things the way they were. You were in total agreement With one of the
To the podium they approached Orators, statesmen, and educators… They stood so very tall All the celebrities Famous voices
Lowest Levels Hell’s paradise slithers on the fl… Serpents, demons, and laughing who… As water pines for lower levels Humanity dances at demonic revels
American Idol She flaunts her beauty everywhere Her shapely figure and skin so fai… Her glowing smile she warms up the… As winter’s wasteland bursts into…
Secrets of the magician lie within… too high and mighty for us old gee… Computers and cell phones in the m… magic unexplained in the purple ha… Fairies dancing inside the magic p…
Beakman with the big big nose, a hose nose that grows and grows, A shnoz that reaches to the limits… a sneezing louder than Mrs. Timit… an echo heard around the world,
After Mr. Roughbottom arose from his night’s sleep, he noticed that his feet were pointed in the wrong direction. When he meant to walk over to the bathroom, he ended up in the closet. ...
To judge the whole solely by the surface of it is like measuring the boundless universe by the depth of the clouds. If the storm shakes the leaves of the trees, the universe still rema...
I vow not to give up on life. Through the years, my body will tire; but my spirit will be like a seeded field in midwinter that dreams of running brooks and flowering valleys. I will ...
Yesterday, me oh my, hot diggity d… My red hot out there dancing shoes… Ran away from me with the flying m… To the heat of the beat with a swi… Flying through space and keeping t…
Those conniving spirits that hover above me when I write are up to no good again. They don’t want me to be funny. They conspire amongst their stupid selves to see how they can sabotage ...
Certitude In meditation, he who reaches down… A journey in question is a journey…
Tears in the falling from the maes… as aesthetic rivers flow to the fl… from the soul to the ears through… notes turned to colors turned to l… soothing melodies drifting through…