The plaintive melody of silence in the night
in a softly lit meadow
with white moonlight,
is where my mind seeks to find
peace, of everlasting kind.
When calm, heavenly purity surrounds,
the crisp rustle of daffodils
all around,
a gentle fragrance in the air
and little angels everywhere!
Among the little angels there,
I know I’ll see one most fair,
with sweetest sound and eyes as dew
who else, but beautiful you!
The select company that I would wish for today — in addition to a generous number of very attractive lecherous ladies –in celebration as my chronological age reaches a score, is not of the few distinguished personages that I have come to cherish in society (my family and friends), but it is of such votaries…
AN ODE TO GOD In the end of days when the angels call And Eternal Justice, ‘lumined in grace And mercy, roars to reproach wickedness, I pray he disregards my countless falls And recalls my unrequited righteousness. As we pursue the winds of wisdom, we, Juvenile in form and thought, often falter Derailed by a…