Friday, June 26, 2015


The waves come gushing ashore.
Dawn charms the purple turnsoles.
A sailor looks to strong oars.
And mind hums for a sweet soul.
A sozzler seeks tavern’s door.
How fire thirsts for red coals.
Hungry tiger growls for gore.
Gambler awakes as dice roll.
And I lust for this lodestone.
Hypnotized - I buzz and drone.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015


Picture spins a web of tales-
flashes from the past whiz by.
Images forever trail
once shut in camera's eye.    
Truth lies in the maze of net,
and not what colours portray.
Smiles appear roseate                   
tho humour in disarray.
Spirits - the photo discards.
wits, memories - the mind guards.

Saturday, June 6, 2015


Thoughts jingle around the room,
as whir the windmills of fate.
Echoes of past often loom,
brighten the flicker of faith.
Hills beckon in the background
upon which set daily gaze.
Faces come, converse and crowd -
fit into his piece of maze.         
And we shed tears forlorn.
He not lonely, tho alone.