Gets looked at by many near and far though no one declares who they are.

It pleases me people visit and enjoy the free looks. However everyone takes/looks etc my work but with no thanks or comments. Why? Shy? Don’t be ridiculous. It’s art and in the eye of the beholder.

I have not decided to close this website down, yet. However I am leaning toward doin so if most visiting don’t have the courtesy to say that they have. There’s a contact form. Please use it, whomever you are. I will respond. It’s your choice, one-way or the other.

Many Thanks

I’m made up of

What I’ve eaten

You are also

Of what I’ve been thinking

You are too

I’m made up of the stars above

Of the earth below 

Of the times of strain. 

Of when there was, vain

So look at what you want

Eat it deep in thought

For one day it will tell you

What is is

You need to do

Oh, how they grew

From tumble weeds

To rolling stones

And then bits, each, of me and you

Oh how they flew

From tiny steps to leaps and bounds

And over hurdles so sound, ly

Away from me and you

And so what did we do

Me and you

But make the world brighter

By lifting many a finger

Oh how they flew, grew

From me and you

The aging rock star

Sat 

His darling groupie 

Got old and fat 

His wrists would still roll around beating out

A drummer’s sound

The band went flat

The time met up with

No regard

Oh how old we get

With or without

Permission, yet

The aging rock star

Sent his wife a text

I’ll be back when the life of me

Is left

On a wooden stage

Lit with lights

Exposing innocent

Hidden delicious delights.

Hello my visitor from Singapore

Drop me a line