It was One for the Angels
A Sixteen-Millimeter Shrine
Within Walking Distance of an Escape Clause
There was Time Enough at Last
Perchance to Dream
And When the Sky Opened Up
The Purple Testament had written an Elegy
A Mirror Image
Where People are Alike All Over
And The Monsters are Due on Maple Street
The Mighty Casey stood
Alone in A World of His Own
He was a Nervous Man in a Four Dollar Room
He had A Thing About Machines
Developed in The Nick of Time
Due in part of A Most Unusual Camera
That tried to turn him to Dust
Back There with The Whole Truth
Learned over a Long Distance Call
That made him an Obsolete Man
Once Upon a Time,
There were Dead Man’s Shoes
A Quality of Mercy in the Still Valley
From The Arrival of The Passerby
One More Pallbearer among
Five Characters in Search of an Exit
The Little People gathered at Four O’Clock
To Serve Man The Gift
Awaiting The Changing of the Guard
Under the Midnight Sun
The Bard, The Printer’s Devil
Marked The Passage of Lady Anne
With The New Exhibit
Made In His Image aboard The Death Ship
Under the Valley of The Shadow
The Incredible World of Horace Ford
Became Mute and Miniature
Pulled from The Thirty Fathom Grave
Jess-Belle reminded him
There’s No Time Like the Past
Uncle Simon made a Stopover in a Quiet Town
He had An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge
With The Queen of the Nile
It was Spur of the Moment
With The Masks and Black Leather Jackets
The Fear came at The Bewitchin’ Pool
When he heard The Night Call of The Living Doll
“Come Wander with me,” he said.
Ninety Years Without Slumbering made
Uncle Simon The Old Man in the Cave
A Stop at Willoughby
A Hundred Yards Over The Rim
With Person or Persons Unknown
He’s Alive
With A Certain Kind of Stopwatch
The New Exhibit
A Young Man’s Fancy
A Shadow Play
From The Fever
And The Things I Found at Twilight
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 2:21 AM UTC
It was One for the Angels
A Sixteen-Millimeter Shrine
Within Walking Distance of an Escape Clause
There was Time Enough at Last
Perchance to Dream
And When the Sky Opened Up
The Purple Testament had written an Elegy
A Mirror Image
Where People are Alike All Over
And The Monsters are Due on Maple Street
The Mighty Casey stood
Alone in A World of His Own
He was a Nervous Man in a Four Dollar Room
He had A Thing About Machines
Developed in The Nick of Time
Due in part of A Most Unusual Camera
That tried to turn him to Dust
Back There with The Whole Truth
Learned over a Long Distance Call
That made him an Obsolete Man
Once Upon a Time,
There were Dead Man’s Shoes
A Quality of Mercy in the Still Valley
From The Arrival of The Passerby
One More Pallbearer among
Five Characters in Search of an Exit
The Little People gathered at Four O’Clock
To Serve Man The Gift
Awaiting The Changing of the Guard
Under the Midnight Sun
The Bard, The Printer’s Devil
Marked The Passage of Lady Anne
With The New Exhibit
Made In His Image aboard The Death Ship
Under the Valley of The Shadow
The Incredible World of Horace Ford
Became Mute and Miniature
Pulled from The Thirty Fathom Grave
Jess-Belle reminded him
There’s No Time Like the Past
Uncle Simon made a Stopover in a Quiet Town
He had An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge
With The Queen of the Nile
It was Spur of the Moment
With The Masks and Black Leather Jackets
The Fear came at The Bewitchin’ Pool
When he heard The Night Call of The Living Doll
“Come Wander with me,” he said.
Ninety Years Without Slumbering made
Uncle Simon The Old Man in the Cave
A Stop at Willoughby
A Hundred Yards Over The Rim
With Person or Persons Unknown
He’s Alive
With A Certain Kind of Stopwatch
The New Exhibit
A Young Man’s Fancy
A Shadow Play
From The Fever
And The Things I Found at Twilight
Just a small poem I did when I was trying to be clever
Request permission to use this poem