There once was a man on the moon… Who chewed a lot of leather soon. He chewed and he chewed until he blew… His jaws…
Comments closedThere once was a man on the moon… Who chewed a lot of leather soon. He chewed and he chewed until he blew… His jaws…
Comments closedKilling & Maiming makes you happy… In the eyes of the free world you are seemingly,Wacky! Terrorist’s who love to toss the Grenade… Running and…
Comments closedStranger in the wind… Beckons at my door. Stranger in the wind… Wanting even more. Stranger in the wind… Hard to really ignore. Stranger in…
Comments closedStravinsky, Moe or William do tell… Some days I just feel like,I’m going straight to Hell. Writer’s cramps are nothing more than,merely known as Authoritus……
Comments closedOur new bodies will be pure in spirit… No fear of eternal flames,that to them,might sear it. Jesus will walk again to rule and reign……
Comments closedThy Lady Fare,Was Stalked By A Dragon,Over There. I very reluctantly waded into the pool of responsibility… To the best of My ability. At first…
Comments closedWhen I was single and young,as I’d eat a Twinkie… At the passing girls,would I winky. They would laugh then keep on going… I suppose,in…
Comments closedThe words seem to flow… Land as they may,or even go. Into books of poetry and prose… In lines or stanzas,forming,neatly, written rows. Ideas in…
Comments closedI just wonder,in the movie Animal House,did John Belushi… In line with trey,consume anything else,like say,maybe Sushi? Would He have thought it good and juicy?……
Comments closedDarkened speed doth arrive spectre’s death… For everybody whom draws and take one last dying,despairing breath. He comes with His sickle to take… He cares…
Comments closedthe Queen sat so still and in a world of fright… Guillotine’s edge sharpened that very, previous eve’s, night. Perspiration must have slid fast down…
Comments closedWhat be a poem that inspires… Inside Our deepest desires. Is a desire to be trapped on a massage table?… Will this experience,make Us more…
Comments closedGod bless the skies,We need… Look,as the atmosphere,Doth so bleed. Like a giant eye… In Yon sky. Blinded by all the smoking… This air’s eye’s,and…
Comments closedI stand corrected,in poetry’s lines… I give it my best,I don’t always cries,as whines. The words go to screen as easy as one,two,three… The smoke,You…
Comments closedTraditions practiced here… No longer appear,to adhere. Children,or teen agers or even adults,no longer have a great reguard,or respect,for their parents,or that of the elderly……
Comments closedYes,sometimes I do talk in rhyme… As I see it as no such crime. To talk poetry in heated meter… For I feel as like…
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