The tree in the woods

Author Unknown From afar, our woods of church, of clan, of class, Look a solid mass of trees, Only when you walk on grass, Among them is it known, That each tree stands...

A Bag of Tools

by R. L. Sharpe I SN’T IT strange, That princes and kings, And clowns that caper, In sawdust rings, And common people, Like you and me, Are builders for eternity? Each is given a bag of tools, A shapeless mass, A book of rules; And each must make— Ere life is...
Your Drum

Your Drum

I came across this poem in early 2010(and copied it to my notebook then). I don’t know the author.   (Waste no time gossiping it doesn’t pay!)Many people are always poking their noses in other people’s affairs for nothing. Play your own drum,No one else,Can...

My Slimy and Slippery Roommate

She, gentle and shy, Shy as a fawn, Thrives at night, And disappears at dawn.   Hides on my sighting, And emerges on my leaving, Climbs the walls, With undaunted glee.   Shiny and slimy, Swift and helpless, S**ts and desecrates, Every hallowed space.  ...

You don’t need a lover

Beyond your smile, I wish for nothing else, But to walk with you thus, side by side, Foot by foot, along this sun warmed shores, Hand by hand, on this flower-filled hillside.   To pay the fare every day, on this tour of life, To ring the bell every day, if it...

Texting

Texting can be confusing, Thus no point in indulging. Emojis can miscommunicate, And endlessly cause me to ruminate.   Were you really happy? When you shared this ? Were you being naughty? When you shared this  ?   Were you really smiling? When you texted...