No Longer The Innocent Soul Is This N...
A poem from the short collection: From Seed To Soil. A moment upon which to think, To measure the might and the will...
Cherished
A poem from the short collection: From Seed To Soil. Where once nothing was – The light awakes. From love,...
Soft
A poem from the short collection: From Seed To Soil. “So soft, so warm, such memoires lie deep, Yet life holds...
Memoriam
A poem from the short collection: From Seed To Soil. That evening I went back to church. With incense burning in the...
I Dream of the Magic
“My what a wonderful sight to behold. The purr of my home as it towered the bay. Silently glistening white with...
Men of Infamy
Oh come, you Men of Infamy, to take the child away. You bare the swords and scars of hate, upon your sorry face. You...
Something Special In This Night
Starry, dancing, flickers so, with gaping mouths in awe below. Something special in this night, as man made wonders...
The Duck Race
Off to the bridge as they splash and they bob, Hundred or thousand or so I’m not sure. The take with the...
Betty’s
Just down by Halpin’s watering hole - up by the humped back bridge so old, Where I would wander every day, with...
George
demented little captive eyes, all browed sincere with mischieve bound he waggles though each side confers confused he...
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