Poems from sydneydieterlen

Twas floritz and the checkic wroves       Were stitch and stab in the zuture. All chintszy were the floves,       And the threed reaths...
War
The cannon flashes, the men beside hunker down. Their lives before them. All eighteen and unaware of the weight the cannon holds.   The...
Hello, new friend, as beautiful as a warm, spring day You are always in the bay in May You are as red as a tomato Not as dull as a potato...