By: David W. Clare

Boys are toads, girls are frogs
They eat bugs so we don't have to
Girl frog sings us to comfort
No stress when she is heard in the night, no fright, no light...

Croaking away, she sleeps in the day
Lilly pad floats on the pond; ah so lovely the light rains...

In the marsh she awaits for us to escape the busy cities, towns and landscapes...

She sits upon her watery-log to offer her pleasant song of the happy frog...

D. Clare

By: David W. Clare

The song of the cricket 
will sing you to sleep 
Cry's out to comfort thy wooley eye sheep

Song for the lovely meadow lamb 
pure as prairie snow

Furry and fluffy all lined in a row

Pretty Goats of the field keeping vigilante, yes they know...

That the song of the cricket
assures us our rest in the moon lit night glow...

D. Clare

Poem by: D. Clare

She bid me greetings into her
charms I swam
Now, I look back from where it all began...

She walked by quickly, caught my eye while my hat blew away...

We became close strangers on that day

Deranged encounter as we floundered
The serendipity
Synchronicity splendor kissed as the whispers flew astray

An array of gestures hastened our embrace then melted our beings intertwined
We wined and dined in the sublime
The she went away...

By:  D. Clare   

I could use some better luck, need a four leaf clover 
But All I seem to get is another hangover 
If you can't beat ‘em; your gonna hafta join ‘em 
Coasting in a bar somewhere off the coast of Wyoming  

One more shot before the neon starts to blink 
I can't get drunk watching other people drink

Well no one ever died from second hand drinking

That old gal made me cry and she wouldn’t stop-a-lying; Hell, she’s on my mind again!

I swore I’d quit, never touch another Beer, Whisky or Gin

... that was the time I was last happy back then…

The moon come up and I woke up in a thirst 
Guess I Better not drink or my liver’s gonna burst!

God, it will only make it worse 
At least I don't smoke and I'm tired 
To do much thinking 
Hell No one ever died of second hand drinking

Once upon a time the world was clean
Unmarred from hate and suspicion
Now my attrition has been seen
I get arrested tested finger printed then falsely accused used abused in my drunken choose to snooze
My life is now derailed the only thing left is the paper trail ...

Clare d.

Posing so as to make us go ah

In a swimsuit design off comes the bra

The outrage of Betty page

Never showing her true age

Tempest and Bunny where backstage

No one could upstage the image of ...

Betty Page

Now in high heels and leather?

These gals upset the weather...

Clare d.

"It’s cheap to judge another by the costly costume they wear."

d. clare