Lighthouse Sonnet Series
Lighthouse Sonnet Series Cheerful Lighthouse My Love – A Lighthouse Sonnet Such fond memories oft come o’er me still Where
Read moreLighthouse Sonnet Series Cheerful Lighthouse My Love – A Lighthouse Sonnet Such fond memories oft come o’er me still Where
Read moreThe bush, my wonderland, filled with creatures and worlds to explore, creeks and tadpoles, lizards and snakes all abide this
Read moreOld Gramps and the horses … Old Gramps and the horses . He walked bent over at the waist most
Read moreIf I could just stare down eternity, and with certainty grasp the plan, what a soul earns in time and
Read moreThe truth trickles for the human collective like a viscous syrup, ever so slowly dripping into the mainstream of common
Read moreWhat lies hidden beneath… Hidden beneath this tiny craft Alone on the great big sea There’s certainty in your eyes
Read moreIt is not a muse that leaves us, abandons us when words cease to rise, it is our connection with
Read moreI beg of you dream weaver …
Read moreThe Tent Boxing Troupe “Step up, step up Tent boxing’s the game, If you can fight, Come make your name.
Read moreThe eyes of the eternal stare relentlessly into my soul, as if I am tissue paper, a diaphanous mold without
Read moreDreamscape of brother angel … I slept fitfully at first and yet in the deep throws of night a dream
Read moreDestination to a poet’s desk … The air is soft as yesteryear upon my ‘cracked and aged face where
Read moreThe show must go on… That’s right, isn’t it? It must… But why must it go on? Asking for a
Read moreFar less of a burden the clarity of disclosure, able to relent on the fears that preclude us from being
Read moreForever in the rear mirror, in eloquent whispering to remind, the past draws our consciousness to reminisce, to remember in
Read moreInnately carried within each human soul, the potential of the divine, a seed of extraordinary possibility, and in acknowledging it
Read moreDull this winter lament, this hibernation, world seen through window panes, and the chill attests the receding into warmer states
Read moreTurning Pages … I turned the page and saw, that there was so much more – more to what
Read moreO’ woodland retreat restoreth my soul, when a wayward arrow pierces my heart, let me abide within my nook to
Read moreWhat muse abides me, sits quietly advising this silent process, this cerebral rotation of gleaned truths, and how is it
Read moreI ask why and stumble, I ask why me and crumble, I contend and let anger ride, or I accept
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