and powdered Camomille,
at tea, with Frau Charlotte.
‘The lad will soon commence,
I’m telling you in confidence,
constructing verse and rhyme,
I’ve seen the light inside his eyes,
a teacher always knows.’
Inside the cubbyhole he crouched,
a frog in a cigarbox being fed
fresh insects from the garden.
It was applied biology for frog and boy.
He overheard the idle talk
between his mother and the teacher.
And was thus scripted for a life,
that would produce a treasury
of immortal poetry for all.
who peeked into the Bedroomof Desire.It hadnot been that longsince that fine daywhen one big doorwas closed with softnessand some urgency,trapping the cat,caught with his tailremaining motionless.Yet as the earthrotated slowly,again but under lawsof the New Age,and a new turbulencehad taken hostageof aptly namedand steamy roomfilled with desire,there was, with little doubt,a sense of in…
And Minna from the family of Polis took the leadshe liked the fellow and the proper time was now.So they combined their wits, their assets and their plan,held hands in public, showing that they caredthe citizens applauded loudly, to a manso precious how their lives would now be shared.St. Paul, whose skin was a bit…
TV-Detective, name is Blake,en route to an accustomed venue.Fantastic pasta, and good soup,with dumplings floating near the top,they usually went as a group,today, however, a quick stopto get a proper bite to eat,he parked the car, while in a rusha block away, but on the street.Two inches from the curb, near flush.A joke passed with…
who firmly anchored by a creek half-full of trout,but had been battered by the storm that thundered by.Leaves had fallen, gone beyond return.Twigs had snapped and fallen to the ground.None of these infirmities concernin normal times, when our health is sound.But this was different, as the constant lashing,the heavy gusts of stinging ice rain take…
Digging, planting supervisingand busier we’ve never been.The fisherman thought ‘What a catch’,I’ll lead you to the veggie patch.We grow tomatoes, parsley, lettuce,and sugar beets, zucchini, beans,and never notice that she’s met us,we don’t know her or what she means.She’s not the one to make this match,I’ll lead you to the veggie patch.We rest on sorghum…
and golden clasp on purple tiehe stopped his ship of foolsalong the road outside the shantytown.‘Say, little boy, go home you filthy rat,you bastards have no manners and no pride,polluting the environment of our great landand breeding like the rabbits of Zimbabwe.’He told the chauffeur to avoid the piles of poo,that decorated all the roadsides…
