God Bless all of us this Christmas.. with ever lasting love.
In the air are traces of sweet
things; honeysuckle and apple blossoms,
bluegrass and jasmine
invisibly damp, moist, wet and swimming
i would love a good job
like the one that i lost
when the economy
went bad and got tossed
i would love a soldier’s child
to see their mom or dad
in front of the tree
I write about underground heavens,
Freedom and darkness,
Sometimes the written truth, the hidden truth
Septembers or I
Today I ditch a line about you
To make your beauty my duty
My corner to honor
may those who opt for naught but greed
be granted naught but barren seed
The ‘Middle Wife’
By an Anonymous 2nd grade teacher
I’ve been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself, but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my ow…
WE ALL WOULD BE MUCH HAPPIER IF
NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE EVER HAD OCCURRED
IF IT MEANS THEY CAN COME HOME
TO THEIR FAMILIES…
Another mixture, another take….Including recent works depicting my local home-town area here in UK. This service is open to commissions for depicting your own locality, wherever you live.
WONDERING WHERE TO LOOK
AND WHAT MIGHT BE FOUND
TO SATE A SOUL DISENCHANTED
WITH ALL THAT ABOUNDS
these emotions deep won’t leave me be
and tho i try to shut them down i just can’t see
quite how to stop the holiday lament
that turned my christmas spirit to cement
i want with al…
If you’re wanting christmas loot,
most likely you’ll receive my boot.
I spend every Christmas in misery
‘cause I’m never where I wanna be;
My demons still follow.
They stay to behold
The pain of my sadness,
The ache in my soul.
There is a man inside me
from behind Adam’s ribs
at the bottom of the deepest sea,
breathing in fish
and out bubbles;
out of time with
the cherry cloud words.
I am quiet.
Bright Thing sings…for his works…
my heart has its home,
In whispered words,
soothing and warm,
In stifled laughter,
Choked back so carefully;
My secrets are revealed,
quietly and shamelessly uttered,
My true self know…
From the old colony of soaring leprechauns
To the new generation of the “k” Celts with pros and cons
Throwing apples into a wood basket
Gathering big G’s into the market
Anyone coming into this hecti…
The gorgeous, the hideous, the ordinary.
The faceless, tasteless, graceless majority.
The triumph of ugliness over beauty,
Of ignorance over truth.
Is this the world we want?
The onward rush and c…