shut out like flies in the summer
i watch her heartaches come and go
daily
Happy New Year !
Here's to You,
And here's to me!
And all that we can be
In the New Year, 2003!
First Night
First Night
First Night is here.
Can we?
Can we?
Do what's right this year?
New Year
It's a new year!
It's a new me!
Hi-Ho, sings the little honey bee!
RIDERS ON THE CAMEL OF LIFE
One hump or two?
Snow
More snow!
What a pain.
What to do?
Complain...Complain!
Little Note
My modesty's well earned
in a lifetime, free of acclaim,
When I croak, no admiring bog,
Nobody knows my name.
Is that more snow I see?
Yucks!!
How in the world, can
I be so unlucky?
Spring
Where oh where is Spring?
Cause...
Baby, I need a real live fling!
I write the words:
I want to be free
I seal them in my heart
I carve them in a rustic tree
For all to see
I want to be free
Free from attachment
Free from meddling plans
I want to be free
Free as the sifting sands
You tried to hold in your hands
Free as the OOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
YES , Oh yes, edgar.... FREE.
I feel your poetry, strong---- like a WIND that blows my hair back so fast, it looks to be totally straight, not a curl seen.
That LONGING, YEARNING, for a freedom to BE. Free to be me!
Reach for it Edgarblythe....reach!
Hi, Jackie. And, thanks. You have made my day.
Search me
For the plans of crass deceit
Search me
For the uranium ore deplete
Search me
For that lame construction
Search me
For weapons of mass destruction
But first GET A CLUE
Not so easily defeated,
I guess by now I'm pressure-treated.
unedited
the road map
to human frailty
becomes all too clear
The Fence Sitter's Plea
Sanity sandwich
Is it too rich
Give me superstition
Or evade the question
I don't wish to know
How low we can go
Oreos are the staff of life
George Bush blows liberty's fife
God breathes life into my face
Old age gets banished without a trace
This is good, guys. Really thinkers.
The worm within,
The worm within;
I'm feeling mighty thin.
Got up last night,
Had a goal in sight;
I awoke today;
It's gone away.
The worm - It's got me, you know.
Can Death save me from the taxman?
The inevitable must surely be a taunt...
The things you can't avoid, a void?
Are alternate realities on sale today?
Got to wave the grain, America
Got to fruit the plain, America
Got to join our teaming masses
Into a weave of smiling faces
