Poems

She plucks those harp strings from her moving fingers

And her melodies meander and musically...

Amongst that purple heather, where’re Skylarks sweetly sing

As the moody moonlight masquerades...

Nothing is what it seems
welcome to history
Figure it out and your gone
welcome to the...

I thought I was the one
but I now realized
IM NOT

I thought I wasn't the one
...

get along, be kind, be honest, gain feelings, give love, receive love, have fun, grow, become confident,...

You did so much wrong.
Words like a gong,
Echoing through my brain,
making me a afraid...

Reality...

No longer a dress I choose
to wear

Who hangs it in my cupboard
...

aforementioned author born
February 7, 1812
the long deceased (centuries) storied author...

Drowning in sunlight
Sometimes feel
Too much air
Too much real

Towering trees...

Cat in a window
Sitting and still
Watching the birds in the trees

Lovely window...

Above title attests how mine mundane mein kampf
insync as a veritable clogged drain oh:
flush...

I listen to the sound of that distant drumming thunder

And one by one I carefully count those...

I shall sit on this soft sofa, in the comfort of my home

Whilst my moving fingers are busy tapping...

All of us learn to lessons in life, from what one another will say

As we interpret what is heard...

You look at me
I stare at the ground
Not from fear
but rather disgust
You look...

Love is a splendid thing in a swing but without regret
My suspect is there to beware of
To...

maybe next week the chickpeas will be hummus
and Agatha Abernathy may polish a river stone...