Category Laughter
Be
The wonders Of museums Uninitiated cannot Understand Dark night Illuminated Life filled A mother’s love An old woman’s Quiet moment Patient, meditative Reflection Snow-covered land Weary rest Looking within To see the future What she hopes She will see Husband or child Gone Ahead, before Not yet returned From day’s labors Night carousing Lonely watch […]
Happy New Year
My final painting of 2015 11 x 14 Oil on Cradled Birch Rembrandt in the Raw (Ground pigment in a Netherlands’windmill) Happy New Year to everyone in the world. May the most we hope for, be the least that we receive. Art will be added to Fine Art America in 2016
Overrun by Barbarians
My mind has been ground down into mush Constipated thought, no matter how I push As obfuscation, trivia and drivel dribble out Any wise words of mine, missing in action That said, I’ll fight to drivel and dribble on Mayhap a turd of wisdom will squeeze out Flow from this fickle pen, held in my […]
And Everything
As I sit outside of this coffee shop Waiting for my ride to show up I wonder who, what, where I’ll be Will it make a difference to me My future circumstances, surely But what about the world at large If I do, it does, what will it be And what will become of me […]
Unexpected
Reflections Unsought Bright, Shining Stretched, moving Polished metal Surfaces, Wind on water Revealing, obscuring Rumors, Innuendos Truth and lies Shown forth Cast back Into our eyes Light echoes Reflect our Worlds, lives Incomprehensible Unexpected meaning
Myths and Stories
All our myths and stories Have roots deep in time Not all truth and glories Buds, weeds to sun climb
From My Core
I once told people I had a dream But all I did was wish and scheme I did not get where I wanted to go Or figure out what I did not know When I dreamed, worked as well Soon on my dreams I didn’t dwell Knew what I hadn’t known before Share what life […]
May Well Find
If you can think You may well find Nothing on your mind Cannot stitch together Two thoughts equal aught You’d better take a sweater
Isn’t That Odd?
How then may I write? How can I stop Made for this time, now and none other To sharpen my razor on a broken strop World deep enough in drek to smother People who lead lie, serve their agenda Believe in their scriptures, not their god No choice, no one real, each a pretender Laws […]
On the Town
Could it be I stop for coffee in the morning That it’s little to do with imbibing caffeine Could it be I am engaged in my sojourning Simply so I may see and by others be seen
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