Tiny little paths,
Leading through the tall green grass,
Paths trodden by tiny little feet;
Symphonies on harps so sweet.

Dancing in the sky all day,
Laughing all the sorrow away,
I'm just a Fairy dancing in the sky;
Laughing as the days so quickly die.

*Marian~

Sail your ship across the earth,
Rejoicing at the beauty of the earth,
Sail with happiness your ship across the world;
Delight in every flower unfurled.
Stare at the sunsets and watch the sky,
Look at each beautiful cloud way up high,
Sail the earth and the seas;
For time so quickly flees.
Look at the sun and the moon,
For time passes by way too soon,
Sail the earth and tell me what you see;
Let us sail the earth, just you and me.

*~Marian~

The beautiful leaves
Are turning color
It is Autumn now
Smoke twirls from chimneys
And bitter Autumn winds
Sting my face and hands
Leaves are falling down
And because of mighty winds
The trees are standing bare
Springtime birds are flying south
To escape the howling winds
And falling snowflakes

Birdies now with golden wing
Join the harp to sweetly sing
Over the meadow and in the skies
Oh how Autumn so quickly flies!
Weeks and days quickly pass
Enjoy Autumn while it lasts
Days quickly die
And years rapidly fly

*~Marian~

Human Observations (the woman pees)

if you walk the world
with pen and paper,
sure as the sunrise,
the pen will leak,
when wearing
white and so
will the
words,
right
after.

when you can't sleep,and you
slam your fist into the
pillow, know that the
pillow is silent
thinking, sir,
now, you
really ain't
got a
prayer.

fallen asleep in the soaking tub
a thousand and one times,
ain't never drowned like
the warning ones say
I will do, but
really, in my
night sleep
in the
safety
of bed,
I have
drowned
a million
times.

the woman pees, safe and secure,
comforted by the knowledge
that we have bathrooms
separate, her toilet,
man *** free, tho
we just finished
making sweaty,
fluid swapping
***.


she does not, won't put on makeup
to take out the garbage,
that is why she keeps
me around, her love,
firm, unwavering
once a night.

when you tell your child
that you love them, and
they do not reply,
it is not that they
don't love you back,
it is that they have
yet to learn how to
love themselves,
something
that can't
be taught.

the more trinkets I buy her,
more she screams stop,
but never not once
has she said,
here, take it
back.

if you don't believe in Faeries,
try, for then you have a
chance of getting the
missing sock,
back, intact.

If must look up the time where
you love is currently residing
then the probability is more,
> than 1.000, that you no
longer love them enuf.

you know it is time to
hang up the pen put
down the iPad, give up
on this poetry gig
when you really prefer
the autocorrect
suggestion.


More to follow.