Many, many, many, but did I miss the day?
Manifold, but what day was it for? Birthday? Christmas? That’s the only two days that count Except for Mother’s or Father’s Day. Lots of love and many blessings anyway
Manifold, but what day was it for? Birthday? Christmas? That’s the only two days that count Except for Mother’s or Father’s Day. Lots of love and many blessings anyway
Thanks for your support thanks for your You Thanks for your love Thanks for being you Thanks for your kindness I need it.
asking won’t need to ask no more When I reach the shore the link to heaven To thank him so
As they talked, just words? Stranger, flesh, soule, betwixt, thy, borne, uncircumcised, hee, hath
Speed demon in a car Reving you up for the day of your Fall But I won’t Fall in behind I will shine, Get behind me Satan is what I’ll say, Then that demon will go away Bedwetting deep within the soul My pants wet with fright
The fire is always burning for one to catch the flame, See the flame, feel its warmth. That can ignite one’s soul. In fire. But one is pulled away by the wind, And the flame flickers and fades from sight, Come again. But the fire is still burning, For the fire is alive, Be there… Read More The Flame
A poem can be cut back, cut out, edited, straining for more in the rhythms and meter, but loses its power and effect, I guess.
Bard and bird in a scrap, Fighting for rhymes, it just isn’t right “May I use your song?” said the bard in a devious tone. “Your rhymes are not as good as mine, eh,” said the bird. “But I’ve got copyright.” “Your rhymes for scrap paper, I need them so.” “No, you don’t, I’ll sing… Read More Scrap for copyright
The bard and bird, forlorn Nothing at all before the dawn “Will you write”, said the bird. The bard replied, “Not at all, even if I tried.” “How about you try,” said the bird. “And you set out the food for the bird.”
Bard forlorn, no poems to write at all writers block before the dawn
The bird forlorn, no pears to eat on the lawn taken away before dawn
Why does the word enumeration sound like money? Probably because enumeration sounds like renumeration. Is there is a real connection?
The creation Six days unveiled the fresh green earth, the deep blue sea; A display to behold of cosmic beauty. Land and ocean rising in symphony. At the end of each day, God’s greatness turned a page And the earth resounded in God’s good grace. God’s own, Adam and Eve, agreed; and… Read More Creation chorus: begin again
Agony in a maelstrom behind the storm a week of pain from the well rising up It’s life again Beyond the walls that I had built in vain there was a vision of a place so light and cool with healing that I succumbed to its allure It’s life again Love subsided the pain.
Time makes such amends For what’s missing in time Just when life seemed hopeless Along came time to soften wandering through the pages Maladjusted by my unravelling Depth and meaning were the challenge to my soul, but Time had a way of healing, For relief from superficialness. I found soothing in an echo from… Read More The echo