Many sixes are lost in translation
(not understanding the British cultural idioms)

Sunday evening music, coffee and ice cream.

Writing poetry in little love notes.

Compare thee to a summer's day..

Too ironic for words; no respect.

Expression is free, mind your own.

I’m out of here. Later. Much.

let it go, let it go

The cold never bothered me anyway..

Song is now in my head

Fingertips gently caress ancient written tomes.

White gloves for tomes, tut-tut.

Yellow harvest moon shimmering over lake.

I wish it was just one.

With a diddle and a jump.

Without expectations, neither damnations, nor ovations
A time of thought and ability
To assess, to address, to express
Without pretense, hopefully it makes sense

In Parliament, circus never leaves town.

For nothing can come of nothing.

Made you look! Ha ha ha.

Persimmon, pumpkin, clementine - autumn orange yum.

Heaney: I rhyme to see myself.