Calvary with golden sword
Find no one was ever here before
They plant a flag in the rain soaked earth
And blow their rusting trumpets berth.
The flag blossoms into a tree of advance,
Over hills and valleys they carry their lance.
They must find something to defeat
Or they cannot go back to the shining fleet.
So they look and search the land
Finding something else unplanned:
Something was there before them
Its primal scent searching to condemn.
Friday, May 30, 2014
Our desert (haiku)
I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones. Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...

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I had something that I couldn't tell, a hope, a truth, and a lie as well. I rolled them all together with a postage stamp and mailed ...
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I can't seem to find the Cap of the marker I was just using Now it will dry up and shrivel Instead of bleeding through my pages.
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Going up to the counter at the store and being oh so small evermore. The laughter contorts my face all over and under the place A fort- ...