Baby

'Baby,' a poem written on 5 April 2013
Cherry

Old

A glimpse of the future?

The table

OLD BOOKS ARE NOT A GRAVEYARD

give them a chance

Lily of the Valley

A succoring dew around your hearth lays To water your carefree, idle days On your beauty sunspilt beams gaze A nurtured value to appraise In the availing breeze your mast sways

Sketching Nature's Portrait

On mountain top high Where delusions of grandeur fly Superfluous pen grounded but spry With ink stenciling the availing sky Wispy clouds through portals do espy

Mind's Furnished Rooms

In mind's castle many furnished rooms In upper chamber, chaste virtue grooms In lower chamber, strands of civility bloom In antechamber, auxiliary dreams, visions illume
Cherry

The Green of East 14

I’ve done a lot of exploring in London. Sometimes it’s led me down some dubious roads. At others I’ve turned a corner into a blaze of visions historical, social, beautiful.

Living On Rock And Roll Street

Rock and Roll , its a hard road

What Do You Say?

What do you say?

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