We're often accused of eveything but being a poet
We do not know humility and most of us know it...

I was writing like someone talking on fox
Moderators put me in a penalty box...

Food for thought was good while it lasted
From improvised justice many have fasted...

I begin to eat upon arising
Everything seems so appetizing...

God is Light
God always was...

To the poets time forgot
The verses long since gone...

You are a ship, I a mere splinter
There's no such thing as being bad luck...

Cool Ice cycles hang
Naturally in the light...

I have chiseled and molded
words like sculpted clay...

Empirical Truth
Truth on evidence or consequences...

At many shores the ocean seems to wave
Or I'm told I have yet to see the sea...

Lady of the lake laughing with such grace
understanding knowledge from great Merlin...