Thoughts that sometime...rhyme

I went to Vancouver And bought a Hoover But I couldn’t get it in the window Because there was no louver So I had to call a mover He came right over In his Land Rover With his helper named Grover And hauled it to Dover Delaware where the rhyme fell apart. I picked up my broom And cleaned my empty... Sign in to see full entry.

That tall proud man I knew Lies pale and drawn The casket cradles him now in his deepest sleep But can this be the man? He looks so like a wax museum figure I can barely choke out my farewell And he has no voice of course A man who in life had such a voice And the stories he told Now he just lays... Sign in to see full entry.

City of contrasts Bright lights Choreographed fountains match The money splashing through the casinos A river of lust Built in the dust And you don’t have to drive very far And there they are The dirt lawns of Las Vegas. Statuesque women dance and sway Feathers balanced on their heads Is all that... Sign in to see full entry.

I love to draw But I can’t draw things found in nature. I can draw things that don’t exist Anywhere but in my mind. So I created this still life Where the apple is theoretical. The grapes and strawberry are closer But not so the flower. Of course, energy courses through any life Still or not so I... Sign in to see full entry.

News blurts out gas price through the roof Go fill up your tank Check your bank account See the proof. People dying in wars far and wide Both sides wrong Say, “we are right in the name of God!” All the while trying to avoid the blood tide. Earth, melting or freezing? Weather gone mad, or just... Sign in to see full entry.

Clouds lay flattened against the sky Stray rays of weak sun sneak past Finding a few stray blades of green Here and there. The wind stabs through my jacket And though the calendar says spring All I feel is cold is the thing. Breezes strip the warmth from my face There is no heat in the sun It may as... Sign in to see full entry.

The white trees Growing by the road Got swallowed by a toad Of gargantuan proportions. I’m glad he likes the tree And not me! The snakes at the lakes are fakes They are only the ropes they use To hold the water in. These thoughts splashed around In my head. Sign in to see full entry.

What does a thought look like? Lightning bolts? Electricity? Fire or maybe something else entirely. I don’t know if these thoughts rhyme Maybe they do, sometime. Of course it was painted in the '60s why do you ask? Looks great under a black light too. Sign in to see full entry.

Pieces of Peace There was a time There was a sign It stood for peace. It doesn’t matter what war one doesn’t want What matters that one doesn’t want war at all. It doesn’t matter what side one is on What matters is Peace has to be the aim of both sides. Can a simple painting change the world, stop... Sign in to see full entry.

Ok, maybe this belongs in another category, but for now, this is where I’m going to put it. After all, it is the 50 th birthday of the peace sign and this was painted, in day-glo colors in the ‘60s so that makes it somewhat poetic. It is on a full sized poster board and I put a lot of details into... Sign in to see full entry.