SummerWalking hand in hand.Two young lovers.Screach of gulls overhead.Stolen kiss.Giggles looking at the dunes.Love blowing in from out to sea.Blanket and basket in the boot.Top down hair blowing in the sun.Snoop on the radio.Back before dusk.Two young lovers.Summer.

hello my love hello my sunshine hello my moon seven days seven nightsseven thousand thoughts of youare you okare you wellare you happy do you think of your irishdo you have time to writeanddo you think of your irish just seven days just seven nights without you

Breakfast in the Village It's another lovely day in the Village. Birds are singing and butterflies are floating. Waking I get this notion to fix breakfast for my love. Bouncing down my stairs, Parker and Bailey leading the way. In the kitchen to my dismay, nothing in the fridge or cupboards they are bare. I am blessed for three blocks away sits my local grocer. Lucky beagle, Parker rides to the grocer, ears flapping in th...

Ambush Each full moon they stream out into the grass. Sixteen men veterans all move under the moon. Not a word spoken, they know the job at hand. Back in camp they call for the copters. Silence is there friend, their savior. In the distance they hear grunts. Lead man smiles and gives a blessing to his forefathers. Three klicks to the water hole,On the south rim they will wait. The full moon danced on the tall grass as the...

Evil Dark even during the bright sun evil lives. Tell me how does it grow in sun and darkness. Did the first cane beating make Pol Pot evil. It was written that Count Drac laughed at his evil ways. When did baby Adolf embraced evil to his breast. On the world stage we talk and study the evil ways of man. Shake our collective heads during the evening news. The sane avert their eyes and say a prayer for all of mankind. Whic...

Love is a strong bond. As the wild rose grows.Twists and turns going here,Then it grows there.Always climbing and yes blooming.It's god's way to let us see his beauty.Of love of us.As the rose, we too twist and turn.On our journey. and we are blessed,With a wild rose, a flower called love. Bless you my wild rose. Let love nourish you. As you keep reaching for the sun.

Locked Shields Two lovers, hearts full of love. Nymphs danced the waltz of love. Erato the goddess herself. gave her beauty. Scylla blessed the lovers for they are pure. Melpomene schemed filled with tragedy we call life. Let the worlds come, bringing good and evil. Young lovers stand hand in hand. Locked shields forged from the fires of love. Bare breasts behind locked shields. Alas evil beats against the shields. Purity...

Faith Another day and more death. From far off lands others close to home. Mortals stand with heads to the heaven. Scream our hurt, our loss, our pain. With your rain man's hurt burns. Not with water, but with blood. We call upon Jitamitra, Zhu, Elohim, or Allah, even God . Tired of burning villages, raped cities. We are your children, some evil, most good. Lead us from the darkness and into the light. Guide us on our jou...

Dreams 12 pass 10 o'clock .I dream of your touch.I dream of your face.I dream of your full red lips.I dream of your kisses midnight I dream of holding your hand.I dream of laughing at your cute jokes.I dream of holding you during the thunder.I dream of your kisses. 6 pass 3:00I dream of carrying you across our front door.I dream of being with you as you bring life into this world.I dream of burnt toast.I dream of your kis...

The Burning of the Golden Eagles. The Grande Armee on the move. Oh what a mere 6 months would make.  450,000 strong marched to the sound of drums and buglers. Move east men for the empire, for the glory of our Emperor. The folly of men and countries to stand in his way. On we marched. City and towns fell as rain in the summer. Before long we camp on the Nieman. One last white dove did we send. Look men, stand in formation...

BadgeIt was a blustery day in March.A northern snow storm dumped 6 inches of fresh snow.Waking up to a chilly room, the Sheriff set about to light a fire.He heard the soft singing from the kitchen, and the shrill sound of teaHis wife Maggie of six wonderful years making breakfast for the three of them..Dressing in the mirror, he watches this older graying man pin on a badge.Nothing different this morning from the rest. Li...

Flowers of the South form up boys face to the right for the glory of the South swords glisten in the hot sun drums and battle flags to the front gray lines as far as the eye can see sounds of men praying to their Gods the gray block of men moved up the hill on they came what a sight to behold volley after volley met them but they came on banners waved and faltered my eyes lingered upon the field gone was the gray line poo...

Ripples as the sun dances on the water gentle butterflies float on summer breeze water so cool and inviting time to dangle a toe and watch ripples coast out to the deep blue stay awhile relax thoughts drift with pillow clouds close your eyes and open your mind to mother nature's wonders as gentle butterflies float on the breeze

The Hunt Great Father the Sun rises from the east sets to the west smoke curling from the lodges women toiling as children ran playing men on ponies riding out for the hunt wise men told of the great herd on the move over the next hill to the north black spots covered the land as far as the eye can see dots on the move as fore told the great herd is here high pitch hoops as they circle urging ponies forward dust swirling...

KansaUnder the full harvest moonNext to the river that flowedThru the land called OzWind swirling in trees River and Wood nymphs dancing Bison watching as wolves sang Two leagues from the village of man Dance nymphs for your time is short As the moon waxes before dawn And Kansa returns to the land of man