Beautiful Corona, succulent flowe… In globes of soft gray and silky s… Drifting through the gates of para… Breathless mounds of earthly heave… Succulent red diamonds in their sp…
The slender fingers of Astria, Star-maiden and teary-eyed, and angels suffused in melodies stroking lovely strings of the har… sending vibrations hitherward,
Fatherly fathers, potters of the clay, ambassadors of morality and knowledge, inheritors of obligations,
Beautiful Debby with her chiffon… flailing about in the teeth of her… her rage riling up the oceanic pea… the calm that it used to be, the g… that loll in the sun and under moo…
My return, my self again restored, the me of poetic convictions, of l… of dreams flying back to me in viv… climbing back into my rusty mind a… my empty parchment that waits for…
Mother’s lullaby, the sweetest sou… That eases the anxiety from all ar… Music of a thousand violins playin… In unison in voice of an angel pra… All in reverence to one little voi…
Ms. Miller lived in an old dilapidated rent controlled apartment just east of the theater district on West 44th St. in New York City. There were dirty old gaudy drapes that covered up t...
Apocalyptic Rites Volcanoes moaning, spirits blazing Crescent moon hiding, skies crazin… Moving to the dawn at the speed of… Swirling tempers go round and roun…
Rules of time and the chronology o… When order was a wondrous piecing… As the minutes grew into marvelous… And rudiments advanced to triumpha… They took me and delivered me to m…
Child of the frozen wind, icicle of the boreal genus, from sunny days and icy nights, of innocence and dazzling charm, seed of beauty and growing strengt…
Every candidate has a hidden secret of some wrong that they committed in the past. If they are righteous people and have the desire to act on the peopls’s needs before their own, that m...
“Hear ye, hear ye, beholders of th… After winter’s wrath come Spring-… The gardens are all aglow in yello… and red and orange of primordial t… Mother Nature is kind to us once…
The rich man said; “For Christmas I got a new car. The drunkard said; “I spent all the money I got on drink.” The wise man said; “My friends gathered at my house to exchange presents ...
From the inversion of summer and w… from icy hideaways of cryptic spoi… the new ground is now a convalesce… a fallow that becomes a fertile lo… a fertile loam that promotes the s…
A prelude to Zeus with cannons in… highland battles fought in a heate… clashing thunder and piccolos and… trumpets screaming in dissonant ha… lightning shooting out from the te…