Epic

Say “C’est la vie” to those unknown tomorrows

From yesterdays bygones of beg, steal or borrows...

I bet you’ve always wondered
why and when field mushrooms grow

Well I shall let you into a...

I found a secret garden, through a tunnel in a tree

I came across a little wooden door, but I didn...

Hiding under covers from those demons of the night

Seeking out silhouettes where there is not any...

Confidence is that green sphere within the hardboiled Ego

One may realize how fragile they both are...

Pretty pink posies on my cherry blossom trees

Eye candy to the busy bumbling honey bees

...

Inside the mind of a poet, is always an incredible place to be

Where ones wildest imagination...

Lost amidst my memories from when I was real

Now I realise back then my life was caught up, in a...

He dose'nt hear me, when he see's me
but he can alway's feel me
but never understand me...

I hear those distant drums a’booming, as that winter’s chill gets colder

I am climbing up that...

I search to seek out beyond and behind

Foraging food for thought, amidst the corners of my mind...

I stare at the blankness of this white pristine page

I unleash those thoughts of a dreamer, from...

and found (me) zee papa pooped out,
thus embarrassing communiqué I post,
a reasonably rhyming...

Little harvest mouse, be so careful where you play
Mr. Morton the farmer
Is busy today, he...

On yonder hill there stands a lady, she has clambered to the very top

To espy a fleeting glimpse...

John Dory is the finest out of a sizeable shoal of fish

His tiny shiny sequinned scales sparkle,...

Come lay with me upon a blanket as beautiful butterflies flutterby

We can watch those crimson...