"The twenty-fourth of May
is the Queen's Birthday:
If they dont give us a holiday
we'll all run away!"
--- 30 ---
The steady march of years is measured
by the steady advance of my forehead
and the increase of grey in my beard;
not the march, nor advance, nor incrrease
have brought satisfaction, wisdom nor joy.
Life, it seems, has used me up, bled me
dry, patted my head, and passed me by...
But today, on this day named for a dead
queen, I marked, mocked, the passing
tide, and thumbed my nose at Life’s
harsh judgement.
Christmas - only days away; plastic snowmen and glowing reindeer adorn the lawns of neighborhoods all across America. All is calm, all is bright, and yet there is something tragically wrong about this Christmas night.
With swift passage thr
For the past two years (2006-2008) The Bridge of Silver Wings has earned a name for itself both as a series of poems published in different e-zines and as a book first published in 2007.
What makes this 2009 edition a special one is th
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Jenni
Nice write :)
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