Sitting in the courtyard,
among the shrubs and flowers.
It is so pleasant here
I could spend hours and hours.

Have you ever seen a Frog,
do a back flip?
Neither have I, but
let me give you a tip.

Frogs do not like to be
suspended in space,
for if they are they
become green in the face.

Forward, ever forward,
where I often went,
looking, always looking,
to be pleasure bent.

Obscene inferences in
the verse above.
All I ever needed
was everlasting love.

We had all that
many a month and day,
until the music stopped
and we lost our way.

Be it bad luck,
or be it just chance,
I was never accepted,
when asking someone to dance.

I sprinted towards
the top of the hill.
If I didn't do it,
no one else will.

Waxing and waning,
poling a raft.
I'm asking a question,
Do you think I'm daft?

Sun falling slower,
than honey from a spoon.
Sunset can't arrive here,
any time real soon.

Where will life's path lead,
after you're gone?
Loneliness will be my companion.
I will move along.

The dreams we shared,
so long ago,
have disappeared from
our shattered world.

My memories, of our life,
now past, in sublime,
but now all the memories,
are simply mine.

Four score and eight years ago,
I was a writer of verse and
did portrait sketches, in pencil.
My writing is back unrehearsed.

At this moment, I am trying
to remember the joy
of sketching, when capturing
an image of a woman or child's face.

I expect it's too much
to do everything well.
At this moment, my life
is a living hell.

I need this skill if I am
to keep my sanity.
I hope it's not because
it's for my vanity.

Jumping on the Frick frack,
climbing up the trees,
searching, ever searching,
for the bee's knees.

Where will life's path lead,
after you're gone.
Loneliness will be my companion.
I will move along.

I'm done.
I'm finished.
Leave me alone.
Just stay away.

I sit here,
as I lament.
Have cheese with your whine,
it comes with the rent.

Driving North, with a shipmate,
on our way to the Yakima Valley.
My old friend, Virgil, is from Grandview.
He had purchased a Hudson Hornet,
a 4dr Sedan.

Driving North on highway 99. It was dark,
no ambient light, no moon, or stars.
Pitch black and driving fast. When a fuse blew
and we had no lights, Nada, Zilch.

A funny thing occurs when it goes suddenly
dark and the realization you have lost the
sensation of movement.
Applying the brakes, thinking you have stopped,
and you haven't realized it. Exiting the car can
be interesting when your feet hit moving ground.
We finally fixed the fuse and were on our way.