I got the idea to write this after viewing the film, "A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood."
Hymns of the tears of the enchante… Of the aesthetic rivers of the sou… Serenade to the flowing and the pe… Air of virgins and melodic dances Around the hollows of sound,
Poor old Fred: He was born on February 29, 1956, but he’s only 17 years old. He’s a teenage old geezer he is. Feb 29th only comes up every 4 years, but he has been alive for 68 years. H...
Some say that happiness is in the contentment of the senses and faith is in the pursuit of it. Some say that heaven is at the summit, the high judge who oversees morality being observe...
Take caution, fathers of future fa… You are an example of what fatherh… You are responsible for a legacy t… Passed down through generations. Your attitude toward life will be
That blast from that big gigantic… Those words that drive the birds d… Flipping the universe on its petri… Those words that fly out of her he… That bark that sends the wild bull…
Heroes of the twenty first century Blessed with their God given tale… Standing out amongst the crowd, Slaves of the impatient public dem… Geniuses toiling at the laboratory…
Cool and Refreshed Black clouds for scorched meadows… Beautiful as they swarm the skies… Their stored up moisture about to… A heroic poem versed for summer’s…
Alas the damage of the withering f… as witnessed by the sentinels of t… calls for sympathetic tears to swe… as the pleas of the flowers rise u… April flowers are in peril as the…
Running Free I dance among the stars And sing a song of freedom My unbound spirit Broken free from
One time in the life of a veteran to be proud of what he had done, even though he thinks of himself as being worthless and unproductiv… was when he served in the armed fo…
The snow shall come again. From a lofty place suspended between heaven and earth comes soft crystals, floating down in cadence to the song of the wind. God from above, conducts the ch...
Wild is the flower in meadows unsown, far beneath the Himalayan peaks wreathed by regal clouds, picturesque patches of green,
Mr. Miller, the man next door, seemed to be a very quiet man. He lived alone in a small house with the curtains always drawn. He was a disheveled man who never smiled. His nosey neighbo...
Bang, crash, blam, rat-a-tat tat, slam, bam, whop, crunch, whap!!! Lullaby like the snow so gently fa… like floating in the air soft voic… Sleep me little baby to the soothi…
Disappointment I throw my life upon the rocks And all that goes there with it Cringed under the heavy pounding The relentless onslaught of heavy…