Recollections in Moments of Tranquility

If Love Were Flowers I believe if love were flowers, Then a garden I would be-- A kaleidoscope of color... Blossoming for thee! Sign in to see full entry.

Sticks and Stones I would gladly lay my saber down, and recall the ships at sea-- provided China--and the rest, would so sensibly agree. Then the world would have no missiles; the warships would be moored-- and the countries--now in hiding could be delightfully explored. But alas we are not ready to... Sign in to see full entry.

The Blue and the Grey I killed my brother the other day For I wore blue, and he wore grey-- A brutal, ugly, desperate fight... The odd thing is, we both were right! Sign in to see full entry.

War Behold the blood-soaked battlefield, And breathe the smoky air-- And the quiet--how it overwhelms, The birds no longer there. Who won this fight, I wonder? Whose flag this day will stand? What cause was so worth dying for As to scorch this fertile land? This war's been fought a thousand times,... Sign in to see full entry.

The Answers do Betray Forever is just now without an end. Eternity, a place, where light can somehow bend. But what of no beginning, Have you thought of that, at all? But maybe I don't want to know There are flags upon the moon; And maybe--yes, just maybe Science got us there too soon. For there's a... Sign in to see full entry.

What Belongs to God I passed a lovely meadow-- it was circled by a fence; barbed wire all about the field to which I took offense. The grass was green, and waving in the early morning sun-- but not a soul was playing there... no, not a single one! And passing by I asked myself, who dares to claim... Sign in to see full entry.

Do You Dream in Color? Do you dream in color? Oh, the things that I have seen-- the brightest sun--the bluest sky and meadows--soft, and green. Sign in to see full entry.

The Old Woman She was standing slumped, and withered as she held her walker tight-- and she was all alone--it seemed with no one else in sight. And I looked on her with pity thinking, "What an awful life!" But then I saw her differently-- as a young girl--someone's wife? And for the briefest moment,... Sign in to see full entry.

I Watch the Coffee Pour Scarcely it occurred to me as the steam rose from your cup; that you had pushed your chair away, and were slowly rising up. But what of marriage, and of kids and of dreams still unfulfilled? But as I reached to take her hand, the cup of coffee spilled. So I grabbed the... Sign in to see full entry.

The Wretched Clock The wretched clock that rules my day, And slowly steals my life away-- Would be--but for a broken spring, A soon forgotten, useless thing. Sign in to see full entry.