A Bull In A China Shop

Path Of A Viking Crest

each new day humble means to pray

silence from the ocean pier

silence as what we brought so near

borrowed basement cheer

love from the path of a Viking Lear

choices, readiness & position

everybody quest to change

a scope to rearrange,

live, laugh & thirst

treasure a red rose

love has the opened door

a pathway to explore

the laugh, alive & special prayer

I'm amazed by men like you

my mind is clearer now

base the episode and plow

George Orwell Union

found to be idle
a sold out recycle,
80,000 dollar machine
want to take over
like a George Orwell union
plagued for moments to pledge
captivated by a smile
take your picture taking over
moment regarding their puzzle
Stop & Shop

gentle with laughter stare to unfold it together...
extreme cases of spills occur,
moments gone by...
beyond

Sweet Dreams

When at night I close my eyes, to think all the days gone by, to feel again those passions past, and feeble joy that never lasts, I'm always drawn to thoughts of you, my only love my Cynthia I think I found you in a dream, the night I pressed beyond the seam, where fantasy and reality meet in summer mist so soft and sweet, But you were all I ever felt, my deepest love, my Cynthia But dreams just last within the night, when morning came, Her soul took flight I awake to find Her never there She passes like the misty air To leave me longing and alone, my painful love, my Cynthia Enigma love you swell the heart, to crush the same when lovers part But whether love and joy you bring or bitter pain and Death's cold sting I plead you come to me again, my final love, My Cynthia

WHOOPIE CUSHION

Where Could I Buy A Good Used "WHOOPIE CUSHION" ? I Have Stale Farts !

we understand what the end times mean
search for the truth right before your eyes
trust in the lord with all your might
seek those things that are above;
a period of those last days...

I Am A Victor Not A Victim
travel without and within
won't you be my faithful friend
Stinky hand sanitizer prank on grandma
seek for things that are above

Style not your shoe size
build upon the rock that was given

Ancients

It’s my last day with the old giants
In mourning I hike the lost trails,
sniffing the aroma of the bark,
that cinnamon of the forest
Under teepees of wood
in a membrane of shadows,
I stalk the earth, its mammal traces,
its elusive tracks,
to sit on a fallen log
where spiders macramé,
moss sloping to my knees
unaware of invisibles within,
grubbing in their tunnels
A lizard taps my foot,
responding, I muse to its touch,
my thoughts like Indian visions,
And when daylight mushrooms into night,
and an owl hoots from cedar,
I still sit with a lizard on my shoe
Huddled with the ancients of the woods

Let Go To Grow

Shades Of Grey

Shades of grey look the other way
shades of orange
breathe on the basket ball league
Across from its charitable disease
Awake from the day
shelter display across the way
work hard from the tropics
hero's stem around it moist
cost of beauty
cover it all its best
in the midst of its pain
no matter what we each face
onto a joyous plant
so honey here we go
a given chance by which to let go & grow

Summer Was Young

I thought the summer was young
And the blossoms had barely just bloomed
And the tunes of the season still hung
Yet it suddenly left us and now we are doomed

I thought that the summer began
It’s smells had just wafted right through
But the season has picked up and ran
And the leaves have descended in every fall hue

The summer it never was young
It aged long before it appeared
It wilted before it had sprung
And it long so has gone; disappeared...

The Artist Brush

I saw the artist paint with brush,
The setting sun, the lengthening shade
The near and further distant hills,
The valley where the lily shows its blade

And hides the nest of the noble thrush
He painted the valleys with their streams,
The giant oak and the stately pine
The quaking aspen leaves afloat

The evening breeze of summertime
And he left me standing lost in dreams
He mixed his colors in varied hue
As clouds suspended from the sky

From swaying limbs where the robin sings
And the eagles nest in mountains high
Beneath a sky of azure blue
It’s here the artist stops and stands

Spellbound, he cannot overcome the spell
The sun, now set, has changed the scene
With different colors in the dell
He cannot match the master’s hand

Treasure Marked Red

Treasure Marked Red

A puzzle ahead
the blind man who peed dropped dead;
longing..laughter & red
each new day another man named Fred..

love straight ahead
love the time well spread,
Treasure marked red...

Tina Lori changed the story
vested ahead...

Suddenly

Suddenly, a chance of make belief
seek a thorn inside the bowl
chase back the pillow from the edge
cascading fence laid up at the mix
pillow in the dust in God we trust
skin for skin where to even begin

loud music..interlude bare escape,
love is a way of escape oh,
just a little wink
Mother & child..
cross stitch of one to added mode
barricade amidst the evil frame

A way of escape