Words are all I have scrambled on a shelf in my busy brain
As each and every one of them try to...
Mirror, mirror on the floor shattered to pieces
If only you weren’t so guilty of being so...
I will write my Life in verse until the black pen runs dry
And this may well be forevermore I...
If my poetry always rhymes then that’s just the way it has to be
It isn’t really my fault what’s...
Butter some bread and the decision will begin What filling or fillings shall I put within ...
Clicked on You Tube Searching for new musical tunes Just another listening baboon
I...
My guilty pleasures are totally free
In solitary silence I lie here too easily
This bed is...
Akin to significance my eldest sister felt toward her “Willies” – (totally tubular fuzzy...
Why do the birds go on singing - I don't know, why are there no clouds in the sky - I don't know,...
Why do I write because it makes me happy, to share my thoughts and feelings with others, it...
People drink for all kinds of reasons, some like to socialize, some for happiness, ...
Saturday Night Surf
We use to Surf On Saturday nights The Surf Ballroom Up a...
As she lies in bed, she think she needs better she is intelligent, but for him she is not clever...
Green Screen Door
There’s something about Green screen doors Conjuring past summers...
I had simple pleasures when I was child Not considered raucous and certainly not wild Ten...
We think..
within each and every minuscule second of a minute blink..
We ponder our...
