When you hear, dead of night
the banging of a metal bar...
It feels like
my words are...
Five is a sweet number like a hive!
GOD wrote five commandments on each table of stone...
As a young one
sparkly gems...
Sonnet 08
Backwards, at the cradle a look I cast...
There is magic
Lingering to this world...
Lets dance barefoot in the rain
splashing in the puddles as we go...
I feel fulfilled today as I
come out of an idle life of luxury...
I pick up my pen
But these words aren't flowing...
They scold us
thinking we are all the same...
Peggy Sue
have you seen...
Tomorrow not a word
Yesterday's heard...