This is a tale I don't expect you'll believe,
I'll start at the end, so not to deceive.
It's the strangest story you're likely to hear,
Find My Truth
I saw the truth lying around
Looked again, it can't be found.
Where it went when and why
Lesson Of The Raisin
How slow can one eat one raisin?
How slow can one go?
A towheaded toddler sits cross-legged
Amidst his playroom with a raisin pinched
The Poem Makers
Some cold forge words to make metal musings,
hammering, stammering then scribblings.
Pounding prose, forming phrases in viscous verse,
many manner of makers, none for the worse.
Open One Ocean
Screams at an azure ocean
bounce back in waves to me.
Egos spill over with frustration
of wants never meant to be.
The Seventh Wave
The oceans harbor many mysteries, some say too much.
Wave ends reach out to powdery sands, gentle foamy touch.
Beachcombers muse the seventh as always the largest wave,
Believing science isn't certain, it's only for the brave.