Monthly Archives: March 2017

Sweet Spring’s so glad to be sweet Spring The dandelions their suns do pop, And wings of birds be glad to wing, Into the trees, the very top, That at the month of April, fair, There be not Fool’s Day … Continue reading →

I was not born to greatness, It was not thrust on me, But I’ll achieve what I’ll achieve What e’er the future be. My love is not for losing, My gain is not for loss; For my own highest choosing … Continue reading →

Imposters be there many now in art; There’s some in whole and many more in part, They sound superior, speak as they knew all, “Abstractionism’s beautiful more than all!” These lifeless paintings that they praise and push Would make a … Continue reading →

If life is error, to die is by mistake, And he who slays is governed by no ill, While they who bear the dead lead error’s wake Who’ll die themselves because of no man’s will. Yet error’s not in life, … Continue reading →

Oh, butterfly, butterfly, Where do you go? Following up, Following down, Down and up, so! Freely, freely, butterfly, Waftingly go by and by. Softly go, like softest sigh, Out of sight, out of eye. Oh, butterfly!

If you, of yourself, have no right To live, but to a deathing State of Night Must give your wealth, property, the all Of all you are—your life, your happiness, So evil enemies of breath, too, die, One single minute … Continue reading →

Oh, if my pockets would be liars They’d say I hold much gold, But, my pockets are true talkers And therefore say—nothing. Trump’s pockets would say, “Rich, You’re richer than a king! But of principles you’ve naught, And so we … Continue reading →