Tag Archives: original poem

I Was Only Checking The Spelling of Myopia

Seems I keep trying to encourage utopia, When I, with society am at the end of my ropia. But my schemes are too often, yep, merely myopia. Worse yet all my dreams might just end in diplopia. So why am … Continue reading

Posted in Original Poems | Tagged | Leave a comment

Birthday Greeting to an Artist Friend

Oh Evelyn our friend so dear Seems you’ve clicked off another year. The march of time: relentless, cruel, No pausing, stopping (as a rule). And not just that but Decades! Six! To persevere – what were your tricks? But sands of … Continue reading

Posted in Original Poems | Tagged , | Leave a comment