Butterfly

Soulful as a butterfly on the wind You speak your notes, like a bird would sing Midnight is a garden, filled with stars When you speak to me Raindrops of passion, dissolving...

The feeling I’m feeling...

Soft whispers.... quiet hushes The silent moments Where movements take over Words cannot describe The feeling I’m feeling... When silent echoes Are all around me, and all over?

DROPPING ZONE poem

Yikes! Watch out for the pigeons as you walk hastily along the downtown sidewalk; ducking awnings in your search for bargains. Better make sure you don't find what you ain't looking fer.

I.

I don't know where to begin. I never thought of politics as an important thing. It never really mattered who got elected, I was still the same. My life had not really changed. Politics?

TODAY poem

Life can be a drag on your esteem; that is, if you allow it. I do not belong to that clan. In my poem I am an eagle and lay claim to adventures which stretch before me; my eye on the next horizon.

A BUILDING BONANZA poem

Alberta is now filling up with a cadre of young professionals and other working people. Yet the land remains constant, with its collage of small outpost towns, straining to remain small.

"her music to his ears"

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Gift me what I want

Gift me—gift me-gift me With that velvet touch of your lips Gift me—gift me-gift me One more night Perpetual ceaseless like this... Gift me—gift me-gift me
Cherry

Bridge 1

Start of something...

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