Narrative

“Wake up little ones” I heard Mr. Moon say

When I watched him pop out from the clouds amidst yon...

I can not follow my dreams yet amidst my imagination

I simply close my eyes and drift away amongst...

The year 1952 in the heart of London's East End
To the home of Mrs Morris the law did attend...

At the bottom of my garden
In behind an old oak tree
I chanced upon a tiny ring of stones...

This writer is lost in a world of poetry

Amidst a meandering mind that wanders free

And...

Who paints those seasonal sunsets and sunrises?

Sensationally splattering shades of scarlet and...

The Fourth of July
family, friends and fireworks too
thanks to those who fought

...

One solitary drop of rain slowly dripping down my window pain

Running betwixt a little rapid...

Strawberry sky on a summers smile
Vanilla clouds floating eyes
Sweet surrender
Honey...

England play football on Wednesday again
Led by the boss Gareth and captain Kane
This time a...

She sells her shells to a seaside shop

She keeps some shells for herself

She polishes and...

Haha once more I am thinking poetically beyond my sleep

Teehee I suppose it makes a pleasant...

Arise O Morning star
Make your presence known
When you are present all things are beautiful...

No escape
Even if I change the name
Even if I move away
No altering from where I came...

The love of my life
the one that
forced me to
open my eyes
Allowing myself...

I am taking my master out for a walk coz he needs some exercise

Huh tho I have grabbed my long...

Through the vicissitudes of a life rife with lonely wanting
My path lit from a spiritual place,...