Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.
Heart-broken husband--weep no more;
Grief-stricken son--weep no more;
Left-lonesome daughter --weep no more;
She only just gone home.
Day before yesterday morning,
God was looking down from his great, high heaven,
......
The porter in the Pullman car
Was charming, as they sometimes are.
He scanned my baggage tags: "Are you
The man who wrote of Lady Lou?"
When I said "yes" he made a fuss -
Oh, he was most assiduous;
And I was pleased to think that he
Enjoyed my brand of poetry.
He was forever at my call,
......
There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
There's a little marble cross below the town;
There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
And the Yellow God forever gazes down.
He was known as "Mad Carew" by the subs at Khatmandu,
He was hotter than they felt inclined to tell;
But for all his foolish pranks, he was worshipped in the ranks,
And the Colonel's daughter smiled on him as well.
......
Pray, ladies, breath, awhile lay by
Caelestial Sydney's ARCADY;
Heere's a story that doth claime
A little respite from his flame:
Then with a quick dissolving looke
Unfold the smoothnes of this book,
To which no art (except your sight)
Can reach a worthy epithite;
'Tis an abstract of all volumes,
A pillaster of all columnes
......
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-
......
In her smile, my heart takes flight, making me a beautiful little fool.
Since she stepped into my life, everything's rewritten, everything's cool.
Her presence, a gift that transforms mundane into a sweet surprise,
Turning ordinary days into moments that money can't buy.
With every curve of her lips, my world's painted in hues so bright,
I find myself dancing through days and dreaming through the night.
Her laughter, a melody that plays in the background of my days,
......
The fun of say blues,
Lights lit in pathways and walls,
That which makes pain go away,
Somewhere dreamt,
Ask me about it.
Through days of submission,
To souls darkened, naturally put,
Dulled and deemed dirty,
Somehow put,
......
I was an experienced family therapist, helping families maintain functionality,
As wandering, starlit seasons maintain all nature, being rooted in practicality.
I loved preserving healthy relationships, that foundation of healthy societies;
And kept up a fruitful dialogue between the families, which relieved anxieties.
I, myself, had come from a happy home, never causing huge worries or fears,
For dear ones that I loved, never seemed to be leaving, as silvery cloud tears.
Friends dropped by like colorful fall, never failing to fetch the fondest smiles,
......
Delightfully adorned as you walked down the stairs with grace
and I looked on in wonder as your beauty filled the place.
I found you so attractive and my heart began to race
when you looked at me with a lovely smile upon your face.
During that brief moment time itself stood so still in space
and I'll forever hold that fond vision in my memory's embrace.
shadow of a smile
a selfie in plum shadows
mysterious girl
dusky deep fragrance
living on the edge of June
thrills under the moon
nebulous image
a perfect moment captured
......