The community stirred,
When a break-in occurred,
At the house by the old clock tower
The thief fled the scene,
Having picked the place clean,
In just under half of an hour
Jumping Jack lost
His strange wind-up box
And wore an expression sour,
The Little Boy Blue
Lost his little toys too
Which he'd hidden beneath the shower
Each room was left scant,
Purloined of house plants,
The wiring sapped of its power
So heed my advice,
Check all your locks twice,
Or once every half an hour
S.R.
May 13, 2019
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 5:03 PM UTC
Years slip by on deft and silent footsteps,
And as in times of laughter among friends,
So too in times of quiet retrospect
Does the song of your sweet voice resonate
Outward, starting from the depths of my heart,
Then reaching the lofty sanctum of thought
Shaken are the stalwart walls of reason,
Rationality stems emotion's tide,
And pangs of nostalgia overwhelming,
Reminders of your presence, lay behind
S.R.
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 4:19 PM UTC
Somewhere the sun is setting
In your tired eyes
Somewhere a cool breeze carries
Songs of changing times
Somewhere you're getting by,
Flushed with words of wine,
Somewhere a fool laments
That he never called you "mine"
S.R.
August 13, 2014
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 12:00 PM UTC
A windless night,
Two worlds meet again
Beneath the child star light
A collision for the ages—
The time between each
Non-existent
From the outside looking in
S.R.
September 22nd, 2016
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC
Did the blessed skies not shed
Their bleary gray for sunny blue?
Did the winter usher not
The spring and life anew?
Did the robin not return to sing
Despite the heights it flew?
Then the love you gave lives here,
In a heart that still beats true
S.R.
March 8, 2020
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC