Poems

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out …

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for …

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June: O my Luve’s like the melodie, That’s sweetly play’d in tune.1 As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And …

I traveled down a lonely road Hoping to find a friend, One in whom I could confide, And time with me would spend. Although surrounded by people, Not one seemed to even care, For on that lonely road of life, No friend could I find there. Then I joined a friendship club, But their own friends they had, They seemed …

In Baltimore there lived a boy. He wasn’t anybody’s joy. Although his name was Jabez Dawes, His character was full of flaws. In school he never led his classes, He hid old ladies’ reading glasses, His mouth was open when he chewed, And elbows to the table glued. He stole the milk of hungry kittens, And walked through doors marked …

The kings they came from out the south, All dressed in ermine fine; They bore Him gold and chrysoprase, And gifts of precious wine. The shepherds came from out the north, Their coats were brown and old; They brought Him little new-born lambs– They had not any gold. The wise men came from out the east, And they were wrapped …

Baby dolls and dinosaurs- one that cries, one that roars The pitter patter of little feet- a bike race in which they want you to compete Fruity Pebbles, pancakes, no wait! a pop-tart- those daily moments that steal your heart One throws tantrums, the other just pouts- ahh, the joys of motherhood- what life is all about Another birthday – …

The corpse that walks, its solemn line. The vampire stalks, finds blood to dine. The werewolf howls at the silver moon. His human form what’s showing at noon. The mummy’s cries of pain and loss. His wraps that smell of must and moss. The witch that flies, upon her broom casting curses and spelling doom. The black cat scurries, hisses …

Monsters, stalking through the night, Halloween is the Night of Fright. Fear is what this night brings, Along with many other things. Are you sure you are prepared? Tonight is not for the easily scared. Creatures from hell roam on this night, For tonight is the Night of Fright. Trick or treat you say, You should not have waited until …

When days grow short and nights get cold And autumn trees turn red and gold Move, we may, through sun drenched days ‘Midst leaves and berries and bales of hay In our hearts we feel the lure Toward darkness, shivers and things not pure While ghostly shadows creep slowly by Spying on witches and brooms that fly Icy fingers that …