A gentle breeze floats through the air Across the lazy, drifting clouds. It rustles sleepy leaves of trees And sways the pliant grass. - Below the softly dreaming gust A terrible torrent roars. Water crashes down the cliffs Into the stony depths. - Atop the rippled lake it rests, Floating along in grace. Dipping, silent, … Continue reading Different
Poetry
Pencils and Other Poetry
For Mrs. Rogers, who spent so much of her time making these poems possible. Pencils Sharp, long and new- Many things to do. Cherished, used and old- Lovely as gold. - Waterfall As it dances in the light The trees sigh with delight. It sparkles and glitters Like birds in a titter. - The Bed … Continue reading Pencils and Other Poetry
Heave
Heave, ho, heave, ho Say the trees as they bow to the wind and the snow And the clock as its burden flows to and fro, Heave, ho, heave, ho As the body of the black cat downed and rose And the army of the waves march on then go, Heave, ho, heave, ho, Moan … Continue reading Heave
Trees
A strong old man, to proud to bend Stays tall and steady through every wind. Though storms may batter and lash at him, He stays steadfast until the end. - A sorrowful widow sounds her mournful cry; From every creaking limb escapes a sad sigh; Her withered, old trunk with tears run dry Moans its … Continue reading Trees
Smiles
The brightest ray of hope In a world so void of light Is a simple, heartfelt smile To chase away the night. - A perfect bit of joy Sprinkled on a laughing face Reaches to the depths of sorrow And soothes with its grace. - Just a cheery flash of welcome And loneliness disappears Only … Continue reading Smiles
The Limerick
This is a limerick I wrote a few years ago. Enjoy!! There once was a boy named Noah And inside a cage was his pet Boa He let out his rage And danced in his cage So Noah sat down with a cola TT
Dreamobile
My dreams often are their own engine, Taking themselves on roads uncharted. It's dangerous. But when I drive my dreams, The car breaks down.
IceFire
For Texas. IceFire. WaterRock. DeathWind. The storehouses done opened up. The grain of the angels billows on the freeway. Must be days of trouble n' war, IceFire up from Hades downpours.
Treasure
Away beyond the realms we know There lies a secret no one owns Waiting for a treasure-seeker To come and claim it as its keeper. - It holds a mystery inside its locks Its dark wood makes it only a box To the unknowing soul of the one who finds The treasure, never to be … Continue reading Treasure
The Wind Train
This poem was inspired and prompted by my dear friend Vanessa Hashlocke. Over in the West, in the backyard of Hell, There's a sound that the folks know well. It's the sound of a ghostly contraption, Of hootin' 'n tootin' and devilish action. - When the clouds go dark and the sky goes green, You … Continue reading The Wind Train
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