AN AWAKENING poem

Our thoughts are at ease in early morning, when mist surrounds our view, and the spirit of peace grows within our hearts.
Cherry

Up River

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Cherry

Friday Sonnet: Silver

No wine these grapes of hurt set free, No coin is bartered for their taste: my lover, My friend, you do no longer look at me… The forging of my fantasies is over:

The Spider

I wrote this back in 1974 to amuse my youngest daughter then aged 8. She always was a blood thirsty little so and so!

Wel I know now...

Well I know now Where the frost-web window went How the bankrupt solstice spent What the widowed winter leant And as the Night devours The seeds of soiled flowers

Willington massive Experiment

Clapham on acid

South Wales Scandal

Bouncin' and dancin' and fallin down the hill. Trying to figure out what the hell are these pills. I got em off a guy, who i gave a gin and tonic. Said his name was Fredrich Supersonic

Sarasota dog track

Sarisota dog track

Divine Ejection

I'll never forget how (in my freshman year at SOU) Stout Willie, Count of Bohemia, doubtless hung-over but wanting to go with me to a party casually smoked a Nat Sherman cigarette
Cherry

These Make the World Smile

"I bet you can't make me cum," she said. "I bet I can, my tongue is magic," I replied, the taxi driver staring at me in the rear view mirror. "No-one has ever made me before."

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