Category: Poetry

Fruitful dancing on the vine, and rejoicing herein beaming summer rays… surely this be, but one, of the coming down shinning glory days 3-13-08

Sad Love Affair I listen so intently, for some whisper, to come here sweetly… but often I stand, and tire into dismay 3-13-08

Punching the Clock punch the clock, show it no mercy; because truly, it never felt one ounce of pity for me… with it’s tellings of my comings and goings; it rightfully deserves a mighty beating 3-07-08

Diggin’ Up Dirt (The Old Others) diggin’ up the earth; and all the brown-soil-offers is truly just some small glimpse… because really we’ll never know just how the old others lived 3-07-08

String of Thought with this string, wrapped tightly ’round my bony finger; surely I’ll be forced to recall its meaning… or lose the digit in the deepest thinkings 3-07-08

Tame Jubilee mixing these words, and hoping deeply, for some great outcome… but sometimes, all that comes is simply a tame jubilee 3-07-08

My Shoulder with a kind flicker, I’d wipe away, that free flowing salty liquid… and instead offer this, my warmest shoulder 3-09-08

The Sweetest Nectar tasting the sweetest nectar, of a coming tomorrow… is so much more better than focusing only upon today’s souring bitterness 3-09-08

Adorned let those old clothes fall, and after hitting the dirt; we should then only by adorned in something so much more fetching to the eyes 3-09-08

Touch Too Much touching is just; but somtimes it leads to far too much… then we must marry with shotgun barrels handy 3-09-08