Song Alexandrine Poems

Life's tides will ebb and flow as inner tension grows,
but balm of ocean’s song, it rights so many wrongs....

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The New Year better be, don’t make me punch your nose.
If love abounds you’ll see, no need to come to blows.
An even year of highs,...

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And then we came to the place
Where the two seas meet,
With nothing but God and each other:
There our lives were a mirror
To each other, and...

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GYPSY DEWRIGHT
PLEASE GYPSY
MEET ME TONIGHT
AINT GOT NO
SWEET SMELLING
SUKKIE SCENT
BUT I GOTTA LOTTA
TIME TO SPEND
SWEET GYPSY WOMAN
MET ME TONIGHT

MEET ME TO SEE ME
TO TALK A LITTLE
AND...

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May God’s victory shine in our holy pursuits
Thru our decency more than what our clothes require…
Righteous as heavenly citizens in our deeds
Modeling faithfulness of gracious...

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SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE DAILOG
 AND THE FIRST WORD IN THE SONG
THE MUSIC CHANGES TO A GROOVEY
 RYTHMIC SOUND
IT'S BASSY GRUNT, SOUNDS LIKE
DOING A CLEAN VERSION...

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To hear the songs of nature,
so pleasant to my soul.
Listening intently,
I want to learn them all.

Even as a child at home,
I heard them in the...

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There is a day I am waithing for,
The day I will wake up and never think of you;
Or even mention you in my prayers,
The day...

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Dear Son
 We haven't met yet, Well not per-say, 
First think I want to say, 
Know that with my heart I love you, 
I love...

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i was alone inside my skin
until I met you, then again
You always were with me
We walked across the light
tripping along the stones
called life that we...

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Like a song I wait to be sang, to be cherished,
To be loved for who I am, not what I look like 
or what people...

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Can we write a  poem of love?
Can we write a poem that we can't tell its story?
Can we become the fire of the pastors?
Can...

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Decades of mystic dreamers have worn the path
trod across the leys, coupling pairs within Stonehenge.
Beneath the Wiltshire skies cornflower blue; they lust,
lotus-eaters, loose-limbed, seeking a...

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The grandstand is gelid by a sharp wintry breeze
Carried off from the field are the last of dead leaves
The shrill of the whistle, muffled calls...

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