Magazine Posts

Sluicing the ground,
work can get old,
except when you are
looking for gold.

Go out by Liberty,
staking out a claim.
Be sure to register,
your first step to fame.

Love is good,
in this day and age.
A new beginning,
turn the page.

I love the flowers,
which bloom in the Spring,
especially when,
the songbirds sing.

Always a small notion,
to think of the past,
not needing to be sad,
for our memories don't last.

Sometimes, reposting helps me with
this process of living. This is from December 23, 2017

Music playing, about
"My rock and roll fantasy".
Sometimes I wish
that could be me.

What a life,
it could be
to become a Star,
in My Rock and Roll Fantasy.

When stars fall from the sky.
When love has lost its bloom,
I will remember it all as
I try to avoid the gloom.

The gloom, you've gone away.
I miss your smile.
If I could see it again,
I would walk mile after mile.

Wayward the wind,
blowing down the hill.
Have you seen him lately,
the Scarlet Pimpernel.

Oh Ellie, sweet Ellie,
what do I do now?
You're not here,
what do I do now?

I will always remember,
the day we first met.
Such a humorous scene,
how could I forget?

A writing which I find appropriate in my life, today.
I hope you will find pleasure in reading this.

I awake
finding you not here.
It's then I realized
you passed away,
this past year.

A terrible Christmas
it was for you.
I was saddened,
not knowing what to do.

I love you
more than I can write
as my only wish is
to again hold you tight.

When I was growing up,
it was no joke,
to be a man
you needed to smoke.

Smoking at school
was not allowed.
Plug tobacco,
could be found.

A small brick,
you could carve,
a "chaw" and place
between your cheek and gum.

A nasty habit,
if you decided to chew,
but with "chaw" in your
mouth, what did you do?

You carried a small can,
so, you could spit.
A disgusting habit,
I must admit.

I never chewed
for I had no chew,
as it stained your teeth,
not just one, but a few.

Be my friend,
I ask of you,
for you make me smile,
I love you, too.

I love the sound
of your voice.
I want to celebrate
and to rejoice.