Popeye
I’m a ruffian I’m unrefined Still unpolished What’s mine is mine...
Your tearing want, your invasive fever Seeking sweet lilies, ripe for seduction In the...
Do you see what I mean .. She asked .. No, but I hear what you say .. He replied .....
Streams of golden light watch the soaring sunset kites fly belt of Venus
THOSE DREADED YEARS CONTINUE TO PLAGUE MY HEART WITH THE DAWNING OF EACH NEW DAY I...
Oh I sprinkle the dust to the world of my imagination
I spread shadows ...
...Love Might Or Might Not Be Another Form To Keep You Distracted,
But Love Is The Weapon To...
He was not made to be a footman to the king nor could he ever...
O Victor Jara, the poet martyr! His poignant songs of love and peace still stir, The hearts...
His Lowness complains about leaky pens, When his ' subjects' are struggling once again. O...
This be my heartland when darkness passes away into dawn’s beauty
Sometimes, we poets feel the weight Of centuries upon our shoulders. Sometimes, we feel...
Eyes that are open, and absorb the refined light, of the cosmos can't be closed by the...
King Charles is 73 He made a nice Prince but the times have changed give it up chuck...
Save Gaza, free Palestine! Some hope contained in this rhyme. Media continues to Lie...
In dreams, lidless eyes imbibe the liquid sun, And perceive rare visions, that delight the heart...
