Warriors & Poets

When sleep will not capture with gentleness this wounded heart …

Happy you’ll play as seal pups play while winter’s freshly …

This subconscious winter afternoons of impeding gray cold frail will …

When the numbing sadness feathers this stillborn heart and these …

Strangely contented is this poignant hour deep in the cushions …

In vertigo I often live A room I am imprisoned …

No eloquent soliloquy escapes the blur of wine this day …

Professors prefer those ivory towers lost amoung wispy muses they …

Done my life of earning wages, I thought to rest …

Sunrise…now, sun set People arrived, and went Winter’s peppermint evening …

Under silver-mottled cottage moss Drenched with Autumn rain Abandoned footprints …

Professors prefer those ivory towers safe amoung the wispy muses …

From father to son, a critically caustic tongue not political, …

Socrates, Wilde, Rasputin and Punch Fun at a party, but …

This angling is a mental sport Its players a dishonest …

When with the hearts of wolvesthe moon calls to us …

My first little contribution to verse is something I call …

I’ve known some persons who when jostled or clinked Take …