The road to fame, The introspector, The discovery of the self, The high esteemed, the egoist, The prophetic, the inspired,
Miss Emily Winningham was chosen the anchor-woman not because of her intelligence, but because of her bust size which was a whopping 36 inches, her waist was 29, and she was gorgeous. I...
Oh glorious surge, my blessed awak… my reveille sounding from the swee… slicing through the thick clouds o… my arsenal answering my earnest ca… my treasure stored up in my eager…
A child of the everlasting tides, born of the restless seas, in a place of mystery and darkness… on a mindless mission, a formless entity
The Recognition Change, that sometimes unwanted sh… When comfort is in the way it make… When comfort is a permanent state When our minds are accustomed to i…
Friend & foe up so high, in a home of grace and cruelty, ochre sun of beauty and warmth, angel with horns and fiery halos, daughter of Satan and soul of God…
Watch out! Head for the hills. Watch out for the killer kills. She’s loaded to the gills with T… That smile of hers taint what you… What a sight to behold for the so…
My brother, my sister, my equal, You of high esteem and most releva… You in a place before me in the wo… A place that we share in our heart… Of greater anticipation and yearni…
Far Above it All The higher I roamed above the ear… The more it became a romantic drea… Its jagged mountain peaks Softened under my poetic eyes
The greatest work ever written, a tome of a million words trimmed down to a few with the strength to
God placed in our souls a saintly guide to lead us upon the all righteous path. Some choose to find their own way without him, blinded by their own vanity. Their own wisdom is suffici...
Of beauty cast out in the mystic s… of music with wings and whiter lac… a ballad above the clouds in a lig… rolling with the motion of the sur… sweet music from the pipes of the…
Outside Poemland where the air is cold, the trees are trees and the words are words. Inside Poemland
We lie in the shade of the maple t… My beloved angel of twenty three, Whose lap is soft as a velvet drea… A quiet brook and a silver stream. I look into her deep blue contente…
Poetry angel with her teary eyes Her persuasive wings and tender si… Her stormy sea and melodious rainb… Her thorny peaks and gradual knoll… Her arms of satin and face of blis…