Poetry shoes,
kinda flashy, it's what I choose,
made in Guatamala,
by some poor seamster fella,
the colours of it's outer skin,
stir strange thoughts from deep with-in,
from the depths of my mind,
only to find,
they got me on the go,
as my words start to flow,
to new homes whoever will hear,
many pass by, my words may bring a tear,
or a smile from a memory past,
as good feelings get cast.
Well I just love my poetry shoes,
there se fine and they come in two's!

From a violent toothache,
I was holding a swollen cheek,
As I dug near the jujube tree,
Wishing to plant some seeds.
Getting my genteel fingers muddied up,
I turned over the chilly ground.
O, I do remember this much,
That cold day, that evening,
In the fresh-dug hole, there was
A worm wiggling inside.
And that moment, behind the eaves down low,
The moon came up as if to slither up
Behind a woman's ear — and that's how
It came up, the moon.

in the jungle of my mind
i write invisible thoughts
which no one likes to read.
only crickets sing them at night
serenading for me
one of my songs

"darkness is the light
when the world goes to sleep
in solitude listen to the breath
most precious to life.

in this world you came alone
you shall leave alone in time
darkness is the light
to walk alone in peace".

Meet me on the road
as from Niagara
to Paradise I go

meet you in the tulips garden all know
on to the road of Ottawa
meet me next to the lovely
redish tulip flower

I am now on my way to Ottawa
come over with folks entire
meet me all
if you have the desire

read me kick me
or
whatever
Lovedly is
enroute to Ottawa
with a chauffeur driven
driver

hello all ...meet ...me come (pun) all
guys can enjoy a
waterfall
gals a great
Ball!!!