There once was a wench named Finch, Who had to dig in to make sense, No chance to start, Rather be out the gate with a bleeding tart! Holiday on hold, have to do as you’re told. Now I digress – wish you the best! Lynn Finch

We all walked silently forward to the last room Smiles met tears And all were easily erased in the moment of grief Sir Morgan had a twinkle in his eyes Which said its goodbyes— In the moment— Even though he had been saying goodbye for months How are we to understand and to read such…

She wears the brave armor of warrior and she has the inner strength of a knight, she makes you believe that anything is possible as she claims her right for Victory and wisdom as she shines in the glory of God because she is rainbow ? of love and peace.

Just outside our windows Stands a new day  This raw cacao of life has always been waiting for our alchemy For me, I am between a cornfield and a sky /watching the dinosaur-like lurch of turkeys traversing the spent corn / bent over but still giving My new glass jar feeder has the red squirrel…

No early rise No flowers to see and smell A lazy morning of gratitude I breathed I did a sudoku puzzle And a word search And attempted to draw a dog from a packet entitled “Learn how to draw a dog” Looks like a Picasso dog to me! I laughed and laughed When I was…

Hold on Now, Let It Go – Let it Go   Rinse repeat Again and again, Hold On WTF? – No, No, No! Wait, a chance to do your photos – a chance Money is okay – a chance Change…..Change…Change is Gonna Come to Change – Change Change Change.

I am tempted to run around outside, Sans Mask, sans gloves sans everything, I’ll bang my saucepan and shout ‘It is finished! “ Really you cry? No, not really! I just wanted to make you smile, But we could pretend right? That it’s over? Let’s do that, for just one day.

When we can all see the how truth used to look, and we can all hear but refused to listen, and we can all make a difference but refuse to try, and we all wonder but refused to us why, but all we want to know is where Myrna is…

Their lies line my trash barrel They litter the airwaves he is short-lived SHE says Sustaining only their Lack of exactitude Pummeling my fortitude With Shock and Awe At their Ineptitude They are short-lived. SHE says And NOW: BE love. They are hollow men with Cavernous Appetites Playing Dress-up With our lives. he is short-lived…

A bear however hard he tries grows tubby without exercise! AAMILNE