A Collection of Poems
Home Sweet Home Where you can walk without britches and scratch where it itches.
Sunrise at the Jersey Shore: The black morning sky puts on a purple robe A promise of a new day...
Much like the vestments of the Lenten season promise the resurrection.
The purple patiently turns to pink Then burning red Arousing the sleeping sea gulls.
Finally, a peep of flame sits upon the horizon and grows in roundness to a full, fiery globe dancing on the ocean The sight is awesome Causing me to feel insignificant in the power of this glorious sight and yet..
I also feel eternal and important In the knowledge that God created this for me.
Winter in the Hudson Valley: Oh! Beautiful white and fluffy snow Syncopated symphony of winter's song Stay in Alaska Where you belong! Legal Prostitution: What we do to earn our keep Is more important than our sleep For though sleep helps keep the body whole It's our work that ought to feed our soul.
Of all the cruel punishment put on men The one that sickens me is when A man is forced to spend his days doing work for money And securities sake.
The only security in this life can be When we look in the mirror And like what we see.
A Birthday Wish: Some people cynically say..
A birthday is a milestone to a tombstone.
Some people ritualistically make Hallmark happy and florists flourish.
I say a birthday should be A crossroad of opportunity A regular renewal A reminder to take stock of our lives A realization that the candles on the cake Are burning And whatever time is left Must be used wisely I wish you all good things Especially the acceptance of How much you are worth And truly capable to achieve with peace and happiness.
Mysterious Women: "Have a good day!" I say to my wife As I leave for work And the game of life "Shut up!" She says With a vice like a shrew "Don't you tell me what to do!" Ah! Yes! T.
S.
Can you guess? P.
M.
S.
Autumn: The flirtatious wind whistles at the unsuspecting tree, proudly clad in her colorful clothing with a crown of red leaves in her hair.
He dances erotically 'round her and methodically, leaf by leaf, robs her of her vestments.
She resists at first, holding on to her child like innocence.
But then, as nature consumes her and fills her with desire, She submits willingly, eagerly, allowing him to embrace her nakedness.
Sunrise at the Jersey Shore: The black morning sky puts on a purple robe A promise of a new day...
Much like the vestments of the Lenten season promise the resurrection.
The purple patiently turns to pink Then burning red Arousing the sleeping sea gulls.
Finally, a peep of flame sits upon the horizon and grows in roundness to a full, fiery globe dancing on the ocean The sight is awesome Causing me to feel insignificant in the power of this glorious sight and yet..
I also feel eternal and important In the knowledge that God created this for me.
Winter in the Hudson Valley: Oh! Beautiful white and fluffy snow Syncopated symphony of winter's song Stay in Alaska Where you belong! Legal Prostitution: What we do to earn our keep Is more important than our sleep For though sleep helps keep the body whole It's our work that ought to feed our soul.
Of all the cruel punishment put on men The one that sickens me is when A man is forced to spend his days doing work for money And securities sake.
The only security in this life can be When we look in the mirror And like what we see.
A Birthday Wish: Some people cynically say..
A birthday is a milestone to a tombstone.
Some people ritualistically make Hallmark happy and florists flourish.
I say a birthday should be A crossroad of opportunity A regular renewal A reminder to take stock of our lives A realization that the candles on the cake Are burning And whatever time is left Must be used wisely I wish you all good things Especially the acceptance of How much you are worth And truly capable to achieve with peace and happiness.
Mysterious Women: "Have a good day!" I say to my wife As I leave for work And the game of life "Shut up!" She says With a vice like a shrew "Don't you tell me what to do!" Ah! Yes! T.
S.
Can you guess? P.
M.
S.
Autumn: The flirtatious wind whistles at the unsuspecting tree, proudly clad in her colorful clothing with a crown of red leaves in her hair.
He dances erotically 'round her and methodically, leaf by leaf, robs her of her vestments.
She resists at first, holding on to her child like innocence.
But then, as nature consumes her and fills her with desire, She submits willingly, eagerly, allowing him to embrace her nakedness.
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