Rushing through the crowds Guardian Angels proud Some are talking loud But what was the name of that flower…? I thank the Lord above They love to follow me, these doves! But what was the name of that flower…? It’s not a tulip, nope, nor an orchid…Oh! But what was the name of that flower…?Continue reading “But What Was The Name Of That Flower…?”
Category Archives: Poem
Arabian Nights through the Rainbow Specter
It’s so funny the way we Humans Believe that we are soo useless At learning a new Language Whilst gobbling those weird sausages. If Aminals can communicate Even through telepathy, From the Galapagos, to the U.S, Then… Why do we self sabotage? Repeating, again and again… “I am a Mess!” From the words of aContinue reading “Arabian Nights through the Rainbow Specter”
The Artist Born in a Paint Bucket.
How an Artist manages to get through life. A poem.
Auburn's Creative Palpitations 