Having faith in Santa Claus Is not for just the young, I know I’ll keep proclaiming him As long as I’ve a tongue. And even though I see the gent Unmasked before my eyes, Revealing some familiar friend Who’s donned the quaint disguise, It doesn’t change my mind a bit; I’ll still believe, because There’s […]
I believe in reaching out and touching from the heart. I believe that if we touch, a gift we can impart. I believe that if you cry your tears are not in vain. And when you are sad and lonely, others know your pain. I believe that when we laugh a sparkle starts to shine. […]
I believe in your rising and falling I believe in your smiles and tears i believe in your joys and pains i believe in your seed and name i believe in your sunrise and sunset i believe in your clouds and raindrops i believe in your moon and galaxy of stars i believe in you […]
If I could not speak nor had any arms how would I express my love for you? My kiss would convey what spoken words could never My eyes would reflect the beauty that I see in you My breath would introduce your skin to the warmth in my heart My tears would drown you in […]
We are so close to the beach And because we live so close To the beach It take us only ten minutes to Walk to the beach by Aldo Kraas
Peering over the top of the cereal box – some generic headland ocean: 70s eyeshadow gradation bleached beach, fingernail curve (manicured) board-wax chests sandcastle: silicon animorphised. A print on my wall or a window, you ask? Baudrillard’s beach if either the print on my retina has been cast. by Literary Minded
The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast, the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where […]
The woods have stored the rain, and slow comes the smoke As rice is cooked on faggots and carried to the fields; Over the quiet marsh-land flies a white egret, And mango-birds are singing in the full summer trees…. I have learned to watch in peace the mountain morningglories, To eat split dewy sunflower-seeds under […]
LET us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter’s day, gray wind pattering frozen raindrops on the window, And let us talk about milk wagon drivers and grocery delivery boys. Let us keep our feet in wool slippers and mix hot punches—and talk about mail carriers and messenger boys slipping along the icy sidewalks. […]
Rain on the green grass And rain on the tree, And rain on the housetop, But not upon me.