A Haiku

Growing wise with age

The butterfly lives a day

Chasing dreams away

 

 

Lance Hansard

Trick My Trike!

Bootleg Shakespeare

Ye’ Olde Poem.

Ode to Keratiné

O’ maine of grandure.
Why hast thou left thine home?
Bestower of beauty for all to gaze.
Thy pride of Sampson,
e’re the facilitator of his undoing.
For withe thou returnest with
thine vengence.
The curse thou hast now bestow’d
upon thy master. Thrice thou
hast beseechéd me. Lying in wait,
hidden deep in the darkist chasm.
Stow’d away in waiting till thou
springeth forth with the air of life.
Thy object of hideous affection.
Retreatest thou when confronted
by thine master.
O’coward of age and ill-respect.
O’manifestation of age, gathering
to sucumb the sounds of joy till
only a muffle trickle to thine master’s
ear. Once a loft in high respect, thou
hast recompensed and disperséd to
regions unable to grasp with
thine masters’ own hands. Curséd
you are until the day thine Master
lopeth you from your new found
place of refuge. Enjoy thine new
strongholds for twilight is near.

By:
Lance Hansard

Flowers!

I was feeling trapped with working and school. I decided to celebrate my freedom by making a flower garden.

Love Forgotten

Staring into nothingness,

My heart pounds from loneliness.

Her image cloudy in my thoughts.

I struggle to focus, I just can’t see.

Her outline is clear, but my memories have faded.

Her presence vague in my mind,

everlasting but incomplete.

Life!

I sit, I wait, I hope.

My mind is a blur of thoughts.

An Analytical View

This is a group project.

Why Sometimes Y?

Here is a little video I made that explains the letter “Y”

Call me Dr. Evil!

My granddaughter showing her evil side, the little manipulator!