Monthly Archives: August 2014

Evil is ISIS, evil Islam, Different name, but one and same. In the history of our race Islam holds the lowest place; Lowest, chosen dark its depth; Hate of life and love of death. We must blow it out of … Continue reading →

Come live with me and be my love And we will taste the pleasures of Glad coffee shops on bustling streets, With candy stores and all their sweets. Then we will sit upon the docks And watch the ships lie … Continue reading →

When Christa swings paintings to waltz on her wall We cut in with joyance to judge one and all. The best really thrill us, and some are so great We’re lifted by passionate pleasure elate. Then, too, we praise Christa … Continue reading →

If you would find true man, my Miss, Then giveth not an easy kiss. Your world of love will fill with bliss If you will but abide by this. Then talk not much of Midas’ touch, Expecting heaps of gold; … Continue reading →

Your outward beauty has not held, my dear, But what you’ve in makes outward disappear. More wrinkles line your cheeks, time takes its toll, But age can run no ripples through your soul. Your hair is gray as twilight come … Continue reading →

If any flower of the land Should touched be by your hand I would in envy sigh, Why not a flower I? If fairest wind that blows Should wrap around your clothes, I would at once confess To yearn such … Continue reading →

If you would say me yea, my love, Then will I lay thee down, And we will make the hay, my love, Our gown of great renown. If you should say me no, my love, And make us wait till … Continue reading →

Your face contents me so much more Than any face I’ve seen before; Your bright blue eyes are merry. Your hair, so fair, I do adore, Your hands are past comparing. You walk and run, or lie in sun, As … Continue reading →

The fortune of your face Is minted in my mind, And like rare coin will not Be tossed away. The treasure of your love I keep me worthy of By locking up my vault Both night and day. That jewelry … Continue reading →

Absent love has shot me down with nothing; Her glances that are not have hit their spot, While missing kisses wound my heart with rot. Those tender arms which once held me so tender Now freeze me with a fire … Continue reading →

Her opened eyes we awe to see, As they wing starlight by. And thus we look on glories low And know they’re really high. This newest sight of newest born Is truly gold so dear That all the light of … Continue reading →

What cries are these, that from this baby come? A practicing of future singer’s might When all the world’s stage is his by right? Or does he plan to holler down the sun, Rouse out the stars, and wear them … Continue reading →

Sometimes new motherhood can be right rough, The baby cries, but never cries enough; There’s always more to fill his lungs so young— Would he have speech he’d never still his tongue. But sudden, all is still—dear babe’s asleep! Now … Continue reading →

When we two parted In silence supreme, Not broken-hearted, To chase a high dream, Calm were thine eyes and bold Bolder thy lips; Surely your face foretold Something like this. The dew of the evening Fell light on my brow; … Continue reading →

She walks in beauty, like the dawn Of fleeting stars and breaking sun, And all that’s sweet of clearest rays Meets in the keenness of her gaze: Thus heightened in that perfect one Which I’m amazed to look upon. One … Continue reading →

She is the singer’s daughter, And she has grown so sweet, so sweet, That I would be the shoe-lace That ties her dainty feet: For, walking everywhere she went I’d know a total, sweet content. Then I would be the … Continue reading →

I gave a book to my glad child; She looked on it and smiled, And with her tender years of two Turned the pages one by ten. She saw a picture of some men And with her fingers light and … Continue reading →

In the dawn beyond dream when I woke up for real And stepped out with my passion to make my ideal, When I’d shyly grown almost a man in mine eyes And the shadows of doubts seemed awfully unwise; When … Continue reading →

You sit there reading a thriller, While I, an essay on pride. You swing your foot, while I, stiller, Am swinging a lot inside. You glance up sudden, see heroes, While I gaze gladly on one; The deaths of your … Continue reading →

The orange-glow of embers Underneath the sky; A soft breeze, warm, through the pines; Silent, unsleeping, calmly we lie, Together our fingers twine. Through dim branches above us Flicker tiniest stars; Beneath us, soft pine needles spread; This whole night, … Continue reading →

In a touch There is much, And what comes after May be light laughter. But if soul Is not whole, What was something May be nothing. Love must sing Like a wing That is soaring, Never mourning, Must be sure … Continue reading →

To the soft brown nest of your hair, Spread out in the palm of the hill, My hand like a bird flew fair, And landed, completely still. So at rest in the touch of wonder, And all un-desiring to fly, … Continue reading →

When the strength of rejoicing is in thee For the love of thy life upon earth, When thy breath is emboldened to sing thee All the words of high songs of thy worth, When thy hands are in fists of … Continue reading →

In the luminous light of a happy man’s brow Is that pride of his being that lifts me to bow, For it’s not upon knees, but in spirit of praise I am up to admire the strength of his ways— … Continue reading →

In the radiant rise of the sun as it blooms in its highway of blue, So the lift of your face in your rising is a wonder that only is you, A wonder and splendor of being that I am … Continue reading →