Paul(second youngest son of Robert Heike who with his young wife and oldest son Robert and little Paul came from Prussia and settled in Butternut,Wisconsin.Robert was a Lutheran minister.Butternut is where Cub Lake is also in Sawyrr County.) my grand dad a First sargent in the nedical corps in France WWI. Grand dad removed injuredContinue reading “Cub Lake, owned by Heike family since bought by Paul John Andrew Heike in the 1930’s”
Pandora’s box Why is it like a locked box? Why is. This skill not allowed Out? Imagination arts writers define the need! Marslow Hierarchy defines need Writers fulfill need to impliment imagination Why are we not doing all we can to encorage perpetuate imagination? Why are no schools encouraging us who write and imagine NoContinue reading “Imagination”
Eraseable Changeable Is it sadness Running on empty No more heart Feels left life But when I write Open a book to read Feel my heart restart This is what a purpose does For me my small business My YouTube Channle gives me Voice in the silent empty room Words grant me solice Does notContinue reading “Like white board”
Sailing bye Threw space and time Up threw the ozone Rebounding to.earth No Clarence vell rang Still Marian got her figurative wings She briefly ponders Blue box drifting bye One door She stops Knocks Yells ‘You Who!’ Figures no one home Unlike Iowa’s Human Services September third twenty twelve flies away Floats a bit toContinue reading “On Gossamer Wings”
Waits like that one sock hides Hate lies Hate dormant waits Like a pot to be stirred We are seeing history repeat Those of us meek Meek tucked away Hide and seek Hate wielded like unwanted feen Meek Innocent go first I did No one seeks others Meek will do Coward sits Big white homeContinue reading “Hate”
Saturday night use to be mom and me Hate came to our home with lies No one cared We were harrassed Was lied about Lonliness is awake Time on my hands Still no one cares When I was a kid we’d watch Jackie Gleason Ketchup on eggs Lifewas hard Life was painful Life was lonelyContinue reading “To the moon!”
Heart warming tale of thrown away toys on an Island. I often feel books give me a home.
Aids they saw as Justice Aids seen as an inconvenience! They believed it was ok! They believed God was vindictive toward Gays Aides was Justice Mean spirited deity approved of Aids Aids after all made Queers suffer In time people caught on not only Gays died. For one week thought to change sex on TVContinue reading “Remember the Outbreak!”