Grace (Blogophilia 39.16)
How do you stay in good grace? Time out of mind What you seek is seeking you. Whether daisy, daffodil, or dandelion The bouquet goes a long way.
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Blood Moon ( Blogophilia 37.16)
The drink sparkles on the rail In the glow of the blood moon It's been years Since you left But tonight I'm wishing you were here.
Airstrip One (Blogophlia 35.16)
The clock struck 13 on Airstrip One Standing arms out, Like you had carried a load Nails in the looking glass You hoped it would be The Twelfth of Never When the shift came Nobody believed it could But it did And you are old Life is short The monster was you all along
Loco Weed (Blogophilia 34.16)
A failure to plan Is a plan to fail Sayeth Reverand Rollins Of Pharisee Church Lightning flashes Thunder rolls Follow that shepherd Into a field of loco weed Leading us to slaughter The meat is fouled No longer usable The shepherd doesn't care It was Master's flock. Does Master care? It won't matter For it will be too late.
Fibonacci Polka (Blogophilia 33.16)
One step forward Two steps back Two steps forward Three steps back Queen screams "Faster" Three steps forward Five steps back Five steps forward Eight steps back "Faster again" Eight steps forward Five steps back Five steps forward Three steps back "Again!" Three steps forward Two steps back Two steps forward Final one back Alice collapses, choking on Candy almonds in her mouth. "May I admire you today? Not everyone could keep pace."
Paper Mill Ruins (Blogophilia 32.16)
I took a hike in the woods To escape the screaming mind To a place where soldiers Walked on fire so long ago Ruins Standing as testimony Of fallen pride And lightning swords
The Multiplex (Blogophilia 31.16)
Fandango ended A time deliberately lost Left behind in the march of time Where we imagined we were somewhere Paris London Aspen Sharing popcorn And other things All gone now An abandoned husk Wasted opportunity Waiting for the next generation
POTUS (Blogophilia 30.16)
Cold morning Chased the Royalty inside Guard changes For better For worse Dr. Jekyll fades Mr. Hyde rages Formal dress hiding scars Operator Information I'd like to speak to a friend of mine Watching across time
Stitch on the Soul (Blogophila 27.16)
The first hike was on the second day. So, sue me. I tried There is only do or do not, sadly The first day I was staring at Bourbon Street. My Soul slipping on ice Same blocks I've walked down And will again. It won't be the same, I know. They held a prayer and a Second Line In remembrance A stitch on the soul To stop the seepage Of love For our fellow man.