Legacy of the Rowlands In ages past, a name was born,A lineage rich, of which we are sworn,The Rowlands, a clan of noble grace,Whose legacy we still embrace. From ancient times, their bloodline flows,Through valleys deep and mountains snows,A tale of heroes, warriors bold,Whose stories through the ages told. From Europe they came, across the […]
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Detroit Tigers ’63 is a tribute to my interest in baseball and my favorite player of the time — Al Kaline. It is also my first known attempt at self-publishing, taking the form of a compiled scrapbook when I was eight years old. Created from Tiger game programs and The Blade (Toledo, Ohio) newspaper clippings,
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Fortune Cookies Using chopsticks will make you appear wise As long as you don’t stick them in your eyes When eating the sweet ‘n’ sour pork Amateurs would be wise to use a fork Projecting a cold frown is beyond the worst While your smile is like a pleasant sunburst Nuts and bolts are necessary
Mesmerized That night upon the Lady Kate Snug in the harbor of Kinsale We toasted another adventurous day And regaled ourselves with tales Mesmerized by the setting sun You gently caressed my shoulder Again you cast your spell on me Ensuring love shall never wander —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille #154: Casting
Browsing The Corridors Of My Mind The path is long with many doors peering within triggering prior scenes Some surprisingly vivid others fading away memories all comfortable serene Time passing quickly hastening pace afraid of leaving innocence behind Gazing into each with nostalgic wonder browsing the corridors of my mind —— Linked to dVerse Poets
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I Ride The Thunder Way up here, the view quite clear Atop the mount of Thunder Black as night, I hold on tight Each time I ride the Thunder Crashing sound, rumbling ground When static created Thunder In my mind, a wondrous time Again, I ride the Thunder —— In my youth, I attended summer
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Lost Lyrics is about adding verses to existing works from various musical artists. “A Whiter Shade of Pale” was the debut record of Procol Harum in 1967. With lyrics by Keith Reid, the song was composed by Gary Booker and Matthew Fisher. Here is my added verse: For a while all seemed joyfulMinds entwined togetherDoing
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Ode To Zippy Chippy Zippy Chippy passed away today why he never chalked a win no mortal can say 100 outings he did partake although sometimes he never left the gate zero wins became his fate show business was his preferred career specialty People Magazine’s Most Intriguing Personality —— Image credit: Alchetron Zippy Chippy page
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A Snorkel Tunnel I feel lost, forlorn, sometimes hopeless and in need of care the world’s destructive path often gives me quite a scare all of mankind seems to be in search of healing prayer so I snorkel through these woods without need to surface for air the endless spiral of branches before me are
The Season of Incredulousness It was the season of incredulousness belief systems summarily abandoned all reality placed on hold as skeptics hogged the limelight challenging the status quo questioning every tale of old retreating from uncertainty’s precipice small bits of consciousness returned shedding false stories she was sold —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub —
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