Not Since the Abacus

Cell Phone Texting at Night

Not since the Abacus

Have I seen so much
Clicking and Clacking

Cell Phones texting


There was a Poet so in Love


There was a poet so in love

That he moved himself to the mountains

He hid his love in daily prayer

And acts of selfless devotion

He hid himself so well

That even his love did forget him

But for he himself his love was in plain sight

And did forever daliy torment him