I Stand Upon this Tower of Thought and Ponder The Gales of Sweet Caress In My Minds Forest do Swoosh and Whoosh Along Floats a Tune of Faint Affection Growing Stronger as the String gets Longer If there be Perfection in a Path wrought of [...]
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Here is a Poem I wrote in loving memory of a wonderful Photographer and Champion of the Batwa people in Uganda. Blackie was a dear friend and a great person to work with, he and I shared the same passion of wanting to see the [...]
You often frown at my rusty fender and verbally rip apart any slow sender Berating my rider threatening to tell on his lender swearing and comparing my style to that of a blender
I once was told to hoot, while standing on one foot, So I pulled out my old flute, and shook it in a frenzy, to clear it of all the soot. Hurry up before I shoot, barked the man in the green boots, waving a threatening finger, with a gun pointing to an open boot
Oh Love, My request I made, You could pump me up, if thou dost please, and you could cast me down, If that be thy wish, But I pray, and this I earnestly do, That thou leave me not empty, After thy taunting visit, Oh Love, Kiss me not, and leave me thus hanging.....
You have made Me, With what instrument I do not Know, You have molded me, The miracle that is me, Intricately designed with infinite love, A texture of care and tenderness, With a plan so subtle and yet, So appealing and awesome......
Tempest tossed, I sail home, The tide I ride, filled with foam, Closer and closer to the shore, My sea beaten boat is drawn, Creaks sound loud, leaks looking wide, Gashes adorn the bow, Sails spluttered with streaks and tears, Left in the wake of unmerciful gales .....
My head may Swirl, And my vision dim, My arms may hang, Limply by my side, Yet will my heart sing, My soul Praise and my Spirit lift, To the bosom of My Maker, For He is my light in darkness
Fences all around, A captive in the middle, Shackled, tied and bound, Her life has become a riddle, Her sunken cheeks once supple and round
I watched as a gray streaking hare, hopped and leaped into the air with a flair, only to land smack right in the middle of a snare, blinded by the the intense glare of a blinding flare