Poems About: LONDON

the clouds crowd far beneath my feet;
but i—i’m distant! i wish she could see
the lands stretched free beside my wings;
better yet, i wish read more »

Acting sometimes like a prankster,
I’m agnostically an angster,
but when I am feeling angsty
console myself with hanky-panksty. read more »

Just once before I die I would
so love to see a lot of smiling faces,
each morning when I board the city bus. read more »

Is it best to kiss and tell
The fun of loving
Then reliving it as well read more »