Outside My Window
Outside my window, I Can see the wind blow, trees Swaying to and fro. The sun shines bright outside Where birds take flight or on…
Holiday Spirit
My idea of Holiday Spirit Does not involve lavish decorations. These are demonstrations Of excess wealth, without merit. My idea of Holiday Spirit Does not…
In This Life
In this life, we will know breathless love and joy, and bear witness to incredible sorrow, often more than we can stand. There will be…
My Screen Door
My screen door has a little rust, It is old and sags in the middle you see, The sage in the middle little like me,…
Life’s Journey
Life is a journey couples make On a road traveled together as Partners holding hands Hoping the end never to reach. Copyright © 2021 Wayne…
Friends
Friends are gifts, extremely Rare and hard to find, Inspiring you with new ideas, Encouraging you when you struggle, Never wanting to hurt you, going…
In drear nighted December
In drear nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity— The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through…
The Lost Lagoon
Emily Pauline Johnson, who also published under her Mohawk name Tekahionwake, was born on March 10, 1861 on the Six Nations Reserve, Canada West.
Alliteration using ‘P’
"Police pursue potential political provocateurs."
Brevity vs Levity
Roses are red Violets are purple ...