Pete : Writing

She Stole My Money

She Stole My Money

A Poem by Pete


In human intercourse the tragedy begins, not when there is misunderstanding about words, but when silence is not understood. - Thoreau
Preaching to The Choir

Preaching to The Choir

A Poem by Pete


I trust that some may be as near and dear to Buddha, or Christ, or Swedenborg, who are without the pale of their churches. - Thoreau
Macrame Day

Macrame Day

A Poem by Pete


I cannot make my days longer so I strive to make them better. - Thoreau
Gonna Be Some Changes Made

Gonna Be Some Changes Made

A Poem by Pete


Happiness is like a butterfly: the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it comes and sits so..
Every Little Kiss

Every Little Kiss

A Poem by Pete


All romance is grounded on friendship. - Thoreau
Lordie, Lord, Lord

Lordie, Lord, Lord

A Poem by Pete


We have the St. Vitus' dance, and cannot possibly keep our heads still. - Thoreau
Those Times When

Those Times When

A Poem by Pete


Do not dissect a man till he is dead. - Thoreau
Everybody, No One And Some

Everybody, No One And Some

A Poem by Pete


Truths and roses have thorns about them. - Thoreau
What Jane Does And Says

What Jane Does And Says

A Poem by Pete


The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning st..
Restless Fugitive

Restless Fugitive

A Poem by Pete


When a dog runs at you, whistle for him. - Thoreau