A place in the desert where date palm trees grow
And peopled with folks from afar.
The Furnace Creek story bears telling e'en now;
As years pass, the mem’ries continue to flow.
...
Blue, Red and Yellow
Are primary colors.
The colors of childhood;
The colors of children.
...
Give me my soul.
I want you to give me my soul.
I don't want to take it;
I shouldn't have to take it;
...
I want 'CREDIBILITY'
Graved on a stone for me
When I die.
I want no name or
...
A lonely monument out there
In the desert, standing bare;
To guide the pilgrim on his way
To record the passing of the day.
...
The canyon high on either side,
Still, silent river, narrow, wide.
High above and far away
The sky is there, the sun, the day.
...
Divided mind, in many pieces;
Jigsaw puzzle soul.
Mirror me; mirror broke;
Shatter, crack, and role.
...
A beautiful face
With a gold mask.
A jester's face,
Yet not a jester, really.
...
Driving the freeway at night,
In Las Vegas, the city of light,
(From grey, cloudy skies overhead,
At intervals lightning is shed):
...
What happened to the grey?
I thought it was there,
somewhere.
I searched the color charts;
...
A leaf
Rafting on a spring torrent
Twisting, turning;
Through rapids, over falls;
...
Jeweled cities wherever I go,
At night their brilliant
Bright lights glow.
...
Looking forward to the loneliness,
The barrenness without you.
Looking into the future-
Into time's face
...
Love has no name
and it can't be defined
by words or by thoughts of the mind.
...
Maybe it needs mellowing;
Maybe it needs a master's touch
To gentle it down a little,
To make it palatable
...
A shark, seeking prey
He moves in a way
Designed to draw looks from the crowd.
...
A small puppy Sphinx
Keeps guard o'er my tomb
Of depression
At the foot of my bed.
...
Married. Retired. Living currently in Cambridge, Ontario, Canada. A U.S. citizen, have lived most of my life in Las Vegas, Nevada, where much of my family still lives. Wrote my thoughts as verse mostly in my 30's and 40's. Also oil paint, make costume rhinestone jewelry, and do photography and other various arts and crafts as the spirit moves me.)
The Story Of William L. Manly
A place in the desert where date palm trees grow
And peopled with folks from afar.
The Furnace Creek story bears telling e'en now;
As years pass, the mem’ries continue to flow.
A hero both manly and brave to a flaw
Was born on the wastes of this land;
In saving a party of families from death,
He followed his conscience, and safe all them saw.
While women and children were gripped with the heat,
And thirsting for water in vain;
The men were so stricken with hunger, that meat
From oxen that died they ate raw and complete.
The pioneer families remained in the sand
Alone they were stranded by fate.
But manly and brave walked the hero afar
To find them the succor their lives would demand.
He found the way out of this desert of death
And brought them to port in the end
And never forgot what he'd done for his friends
Nor got over the hell of the Valley of Death.