And from a sea of graves and cobblestone,
The dead ones stir, their chilling presence sends an echo in a world with no walls.
A murmur is heard,
It sounds of disdain, of a seething disgust.
Although I don't mind all too much.
Had they not been confined so loyally to their coffin,
Had they not grown so accustomed to the rotting carcass they live in,
Had they known a world six feet above, one with sunlight and life,
I suppose the disdain would turn envious.

April third poems

Humor keeps us sane
it is a piece of what we need to do
to prevent us from getting
the dreaded corona virus
coming up your nose

Pensively prompt - unpublished

creative talents unleashed

First Kiss with My wife

It was 1982
when I first met my wife
the love of my life

In 1979 she came to me
in a dream
and then she walked
off a bus
eight years latter

a few weeks later
we went forĀ  walk
in the woods

and ending up kissing
passionately wild kisses
as we walked in the woods

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