Inspiration Daffodils Poems

Thou airy ship, thou whitish mist! 
Thou float on ocean and the dale
Thou art a painting by my Lord! 
A painting which is not for...

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When rhymes forsake me, my pen's then bled dry;
     and eloquent lines rich in metaphor
die before the inkwell's used up, here...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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The land of my Fathers is where I belong,
Its valleys and hillsides all bursting with song.
The tale of 'Myfanwy' is often retold
And grown men shed...

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Self-Identity

The large question mark
points to a wish
a longing to find
our real Identity..
Not the identity we found
in childhood years
which lingers for most..
 In years as children
we...

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Aquamarine were the striking eyes of Lily
staring at the August cerulean sky;
and praising her stunning beauty,
I picked up lavendar flowers to make her sigh! 

Her...

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Once every winter as spring, approaches you hear the wintery snow melt,
as it drips off the buildings,
just as you're walking, 
down the sidewalk you hear...

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Along the path I walk,
With a mighty iron will,
Hoping amongst all hope,
To find a golden daffodil.

Although it may be early,
I fiercly hope and pray,
That little...

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Skies sow showers on her islands-
Pearl-like radiance glowing in its sands,
Echoing natures calling her own
Created by maker, praised in every home.
The sublime stories before our...

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Gray grow the daffodils in Depression’s field
     where thorn bushes thrive
          and...

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 abecedarian 

An arch's lowest stone from which it springs is a springer
Bounce in one’s step common to infatuation
Cricket term – one of a set...

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I find waking up a challenging, time consuming chore 
As I rather enjoy cavorting with kings, queens and wanton whores. 

I admit I’m drawn to...

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WE HAD A SEAT MY SWEET      AMONG THE WILLOWS 
LEAVES          ...

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Spring is cold and wet- buds reluctant to open - trees seem veiled in
smoky see through color- an occasional tulip shivers alone-daffodils
have long since left...

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