Touch and Hear the Music


And now, I, Bullwinkle will read some poetry.......

"Look,... Nuttinup muh sleeve..."



I LAUGH (steve bivans)


the brick is tossed in jest,

the boy's life ends, in a horrid mess.

I Laugh... as his mother cries.

his miserable soul escapes and the sparrows fly,

a train rolls bye, you must never ask why

it is all God's will....




(I feel better already, how about you ?)
Here's another special Holiday gift;



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The Oldest Profession (steve bivans)


War is an expression of boredom between two boys

sitting on a step, on a Sunday afternoon.

One boy throws a stone in jest,

his neighbor returns the joke...

there is no laughter.

the two collide in anger clawing in eternal conflict,

drawing their friends into the frenzy.

Boys die in a pool of Blood.

a momentary truce is called for the day,

only to return another.

The old men sitting bye, tamp their pipes,

spit their tobacco, swallow beer,

and Smile...



Wasn't that happy, boys and girls? If you enjoyed the show, be sure to tune in again. Same bat channel....


So long from Bullwinkle's Poetry Pavilion...



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