Category Archives: Ogden Nash

Time Drips Down and Down

Posted on December 15, 2012 by

Abbreviated love this afternoon, until light strikes clouds and hours roar near. I think it often while extending moments and ticks, until my sun who shimmers; circles along my chest. Happy is the word and content for hands; that touched … Continue reading →

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I Tap and Dance Your Beat

Posted on December 4, 2012 by

Where you go, I will follow, in tune and in time. Yes in dark, of course. Yes to all. Because, I believe. If shadows pull my curtains down and a northern breeze prevails, I will follow. Your song. No distraction will … Continue reading →

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Garbage of Song List Memory

Posted on November 20, 2012 by

Nighttime driving seeing double dippers and naked romps Continue reading →

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Color My Dreams and Hue My Light

Posted on November 10, 2012 by

Everybody rides the wave of time. Some ride fast and others, perch slow. All make book for the end of light, for the ride of demise where day is left, unwritten. Peaceful playground, my imagination, this zoo of misfits who … Continue reading →

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When this American Woman – she replied years later

Posted on January 11, 2010 by

You draped the wood, with scriptured visions of thundering praise, coveting the tablets, that broke my ritual; in thousands of pieces, my eyes looked up, and found their way; toes in front of smiles, I traced your sketch with silken … Continue reading →

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