Preheat the season With warmth from hearth fires Butter the surface Of life’s hopes and desires Sprinkle some flour So no sadness will cling Make…
Comments closedPreheat the season With warmth from hearth fires Butter the surface Of life’s hopes and desires Sprinkle some flour So no sadness will cling Make…
Comments closed“I can’t make you love me, if you don’t You can’t make your heart feel something it won’t” Tell me my love – if I…
Comments closedSound asleep I was, deep in adolescent slumber It was not a sound that woke me from my sleep In my bed I turned, and…
Comments closedThe eighth King Henry ruled fair England centuries ago. And yet so often time obscures much that one should know, as told below. It’s true…
Comments closedDays of poets past, little cluttered with worldly things – Tennyson, Dickinson, Longfellow, Poe dwelt in relative silence. Yet melody filled their tranquil spheres, and…
Comments closedPills and powders, hash and weed, alcohol and cigs Seems you always had the need, when you played your gigs. I must admit that it…
Comments closedLike me, you wait and you wonder How much longer you can go on It’s so difficult to ponder The years that have already gone…
Comments closedA beautiful day in the month of May, sunny and warm as lambs wool. A baby’s born, with invisible horns. She’s Taurus, sign of the…
Comments closedThe stillness Of a lazy morning in bed Suddenly interrupted Not by a dream Not by a noise Not by the sun creeping in at…
Comments closedYou didn’t call today, I thought you would. It’s great to hear from you, you’ve been so good. At first you called weekly, after you…
Comments closedWinds have buffeted the tense town all day. Lightning crackled through edgy streets, as sheets of driving rain formed stippled lakes, confining villagers to doorways…
Comments closedTiny glinting golden spheres sparkle in my wine. Raise a glass, proclaiming “cheers!”, And swallow down the brine. Tingly, tickling my lips, flavor dry and…
Comments closedWalking through a world of purple haze Droplets drip from trees throughout the park Waiting for the fast approaching dark To obscure the drizzling maze…
Comments closedEach one a reminder of where you have been. Some things you would like to do over again – other things not so much, pain…
Comments closedJanuary has meant for me A season of oppression Almost every year I find I’m plunged into depression This year seems to be the same…
Comments closedAfter four years apart, so little remains. I hardly ever see you now. You live too far away. You are busy with your new life,…
Comments closedOne of my earliest memories was sitting on Mama’s knee, watching a black & white television, my three older brothers and me. Ed Sullivan was…
Comments closedThe Friar hurries past the graves Hoping he’ll reach the tomb Before Romeo sees Juliet Enveloped in death’s womb He senses doom He rushes to…
Comments closedWith brilliant beams, revolves and gleams to light the way for ships. Asleep in Neptune’s watery grave, victims of earlier trips. For no bright light…
Comments closedTime heals no wound, but turns the knife of pain, morphing into a dull ache, throbbing, relentless. The keening sense of loss, abandoned for a…
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