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,
As the warm morning sun made its way through the mist that had engulfed the cool autumn fields, it summoned us to arise and gather the grapes that were ripened by its compassionate eyes...
The mystery of the unknown Some hidden and some shown Some behind perforated walls Dressed in satin as beauty calls Calculated gestures and moving par…
Black & white separated by many oc… but drawn together by far-reaching… Oh black, how thy color glistens i… and how thy color appears when day… and how you describe the mysteriou…
Tickling the non-ticklishable is l… tickling the humor haters, or a hater who loves haters of lovers, or tickling those non-laughers at a barrel of laughing monkeys sh…
In praise of mankind the beautiful… the flesh and bones and wit, the development of all the parts, the creation from the high superio… the plan drawn up
Swirling green skirts in view, hidden dancers in the trees, unseen but seen through the eyes of the wind, irrelevant but relevant
Let it Snow Mother Nature, that stubborn old… She does what she does when she do… With no signs up in the sky To tell her to do something other
What you sow today shall multiply ten-fold and more; then tomorrow bestow upon you riches from the garden. You will have fulfilled your duty according to the earth’s endowment handed o...
The foot of the leg of the body The foot under the soil of the ear… The stubborn oak tree The entrenchment in the steadfast… The roots on the way to the core
He is Coming He waits for the final breath His kind eyes, his noble wings His silence shouting from muted ho… From blinding faith to highs so be…
Adrift Mother Nature’s been kind so far She smiles at us through her chari… Fishing comes easy when the nets a… Blue skies, gentle breezes, everyt…
Sun Gods in the morning skies burning holes in the metal canopie… that cover up the beauty of the vi… that sleep through the night, climb up through the fissures of t…
The fog shrouded the moors like an ugly gray blanket, and the valley smelled like death. The howling from the wolves was the only sound that could be heard. In the stillness, I awoke,...
Fathers at the head of the righteo… in future’s land where the seed is… passing down morals from inside hi… pass them to his children to leave… The rights amended from his regret…