White down under the cliffs of gra… Where yellow fields of daffodils o… I sit atop my skyline perch and po… How far is earth from heaven up yo… Or is heaven in the beauty of the…

A Quiet Interlude Blasting horns, redundant melodies Saturated notes, callous basses Piercing piccolos, thunderous drum… Wayward rhythms, hollow harmonies

Big mountains, tempest fury, big mouth, power empowering, pounding flesh, uprooting trees, black sun rising, dusty rain, flocks of geese out of cadence,

Songs in the silence, in the vacuo… the muffling of the anxious day, a a serenade of the heavenly harps, an ode to the planets in their tur… typanis speaking with feathered ma…

My Resume` For teaching history At the university: After the Earth was born out of t… I lived in a cave and mated with m…

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…

Beautiful Danger You with your dark knights in the… Dancing to the rites of the macabr… Your sweet arsenals on the alert Your honeyed poison on your lips

Mother Nature as if she Wasn’t prominent already: As if she was a beauty Nestled in a sea of beauty, A common lady with a common face,

Serenade to the Sun An ode to the phantom mountains Peaking out through nocturnal curt… The break of day for cellos lament… As darkness fades to night owls re…

Power supreme and power of a sigh, power of the tides and of the wind that moves the waves, and power that pushes beauty through the fissures of the skin

Blue Christmas among the Covid With friends alone away amid, Bearing sadness behind the mask, Bring them back next year we ask, To be happy again and worry free,

Old salt deep sea lover, seafarer of yesteryears and up ahe… riding atop nature’s briny waves with a song of the wind blowing kisses against the dancing…

The old woman was sweeping her floor that was covered in dirt from the blown-out walls from the bombs that struck her apartment building. Her morning chores were still the same as they ...

Mmm the smell of salt in the briny… so close to the sea as Neptunian f… standing back to gaze at the waves marveling at how the ocean plays living as a yeoman but not at sea