It took seventy years to figure ou… That life scatters truth, left and… And those first thirty years, refl… Were shades of dull, with times of… There were some so good, and some,…
It was the first hour of morning, On Christmas day, When I heard bells jingle Like those on a sleigh. Then out on the balcony
In the harbor’s fog the dragon sle… As if drifting through a twilight… And it dreams so deep of another p… To pass the time of endless days. Yet, a kindled fire in an unknown…
Seated on a bolder In the midst of Yellowstone Reflecting on a Geyser And a Bison, all alone. Tis my place to unwind the springs
The Banshee wailed as I said to the sea “One more sunrise before I die” JE Falcon
Yesterday, I heard Greatness call… But it was actually asking, “Who… I thought for sure my star was ris… But it was held to the earth by mo… The glue is a blending of wanton l…
Words for the living Were solemnly said, As each coffin passed Housing it’s dead, “It is hard to be born
A Waltz In The Air In the mist she dances in the garden He sees her in the fog, now and then.
In the evening, in the twilight,… Of the coming of an age in parody Then I see another vision based o… But in the end, there is a song of… Scarlet red finds its way into my…
The disconcerted Porcupine, Waddles it’s way across the manicu… Paying no mind to the Calico Cat That learned it’s lesson weeks ago… Mockingbirds chase their siblings
Billy Snide took the evening tide To the land of New Beginnings He took his heart, he took his dog… And he took his Lottery winnings. It wasn’t far past his former haun…
“Ice Cream by the quart and an aged Tawny Port mellows the loss of a dream. But I’ve depleted petty cash for a lovely satin sash,
I stroll along the seaside in my m… And watch the repetitious waves, r… I know their crashing sounds can s… Why?— I don’t know, I don’t know. I watch the graceful gulls cut the…
Drained, like a cup that holds too… Dry, like deserts approaching noon… The inspiration juices flow Then turn to bits of coal Scattered like the sand upon a dun…
In darkness, shadows hide Unseen by misting eyes. But who might seek the softer side Of phantoms and their cries? Those that drift to indigo
