Poetry

ANGEL PASSING Before the bible When man was at birth The angels walked the earth. They took Enoch and…

A Colourless Mind Your hair is blond your skin is white your blood is red your oriental eyes suck in the…

Bucket List: What nonsense. Really. We are going around in our sunset years with a tin pail into which we are…

Grandmother lived upstairs in our two family flat, and she told me all the stories while sipping her homemade…

My Friend RebmetpeS Then came my friend September, who took me by the hand, and we sang a sweet September…

Old Buford I came upon old Buford, and he grinned a toothless grin. I shook his scarred and wrinkled hand,…

Les Miserables: They hide their eyes from the morning, in hopes the light goes away. They turn their face…

Circle of Life: Ribbons, Bows, and Pink Lace I am six, no ribbons, bows, or pink lace, only long curly locks…

My heart has made a garden, where the thorn falls away from the rose. Where every flower has your face. The…

Sweet primrose pressed between the pages. A book of verse from bygone ages. A token kept and treasured

Caravaggio, Caravaggio, not your name but the town you were born. Michelangelo Merisi

I've got me the pinkeye. My sciatica hurts. I've got some sort of rash, and a touch of the squirts.

I'm stuck here in the garden, I watch the flowers come and go. I wish they'd turn me just a bit, so I could see…

Madame B  Gustave's creation you are fine and fair and foolish beyond measure. You remind me of me. Wanting…

I have no more time, to stumble or bumble, fumble, fidget or fall.I will go over, around, through or under, every…