I did not sing today.
I walked long,
But there was no song
As I went about my way.
Buddy Blue visits, of an afternoon.
He flits from picket to picket
before darting to the blade.
Are we huggin' or bumpin' or shakin'
There's a pox on me if I'm mistakin'
I don't want to leave you there quakin'
If we're huggin' or bumpin' or shakin', huggin' or bumpin' or shakin'
The Scissor Tale
John W. Stetson
We headed to the corner store for more
Of what we thought we needed more
Of what we thought we needed for
History Rhymes John W. Stetson
O, but that the Master Poet would grant this rhyming couplet.
The first shot's not conclusive so the second shot it sought
But the second is elusive not conducive so you plot
When the second shot is rendered you've surrendered caution's lot
The Celestial Choir
for Stuart Burns
The celestial choir swelled in 2020,
Let's Wait Til We Can Hug
for David LaMotte
It's been too long
I haven't seen you since I can't remember when
O, the language of caves is silence.
It's a tongue that everyone knows.
Cause when the soul's empty, a shout can't get out
Of the Cave of Winds That Can't Blow.