Saturday, July 20, 2024


Make a break
Sink a ball
Bet your stake
Beat them all
See your shot
Take a cue
When you’re hot
Run ‘em through.

Friday, July 19, 2024


Of all the things I could have done
Here’s me: the most annoying one
So I simply stay home and try to maintain
This fleeting feeling that I’m still sane
It seems I had my time for fun
And now I learn the way of pain.

Thursday, July 18, 2024


There’s a really good book
I’ve been meaning to read
But you can’t school a rook
When the King bellows, “Heed!”

Or lecture a pawn
Who is likely to die
When the Queen starts to yawn
Just to catch a knight's eye

The bishop may bless
All who fight to and fro
But there’s an end to this mess
That good book says so.

Wednesday, July 17, 2024


Politicians ply the pander ploy
To bolster a bulging ballot box
Apparently quite anxious to annoy
The foolish fowl that voted in the fox.

Tuesday, July 16, 2024


Remember when you’re on your knees
How anxious you were to appease
Those with conquest burning in their eyes

Importing destruction to smugly claim
That you’re a good person is not only lame
It is when the posture surely dies.

Monday, July 15, 2024


Who should lead
Is a point of contention
The one we need
Is beyond convention.

Sunday, July 14, 2024

Plot Armor

The stage has been set
The players all fed
Their lines, now we get
A climax to dread
Who knows what cast could be reborn
Perhaps the freedom we currently mourn
Beware all heroes they portray
There’s only one Boss we must obey.

Saturday, July 13, 2024


No more heavy head
The crown has been shed
Leaf by golden leaf
A monarch is dead
His season so brief

The branch that bore fruit
Is now destitute
There seems to be no heir
And now we ask how hard a boot
The new regime will wear.

Friday, July 12, 2024


The sorrow and the joy we weave
Into the cloth of life
Are why we laugh and why we grieve
Through trying bouts of strife,
Despite what little we perceive
The tapestry is rife
With many flaws that we must cleave
Like thread before a knife.

Thursday, July 11, 2024

Echo Chamber

Empowerment is such a rush
Forget about grace and poise
Growing louder the more they flush
Empty vessels make the most noise

The spiteful never check their pride
And how much it destroys
They’re hollow with no heart inside
Empty vessels make the most noise

Confused by the compulsive lies
The system routinely employs
They spew nonsense but think they’re wise
Empty vessels make the most noise.

Wednesday, July 10, 2024

Read Me?

So many words
But what was said?
The curse of versification:
Its usual classification
Is ‘For the Birds’.
Please read instead.

Tuesday, July 09, 2024


The Biking Poet rides again
But trust me, not by choice
A busted car and worn-out pen
Have quieted his voice

It’s hard to pedal in a rut
But beats exhausted feet
The problem is a sixtyish butt
Ain’t made for a teenager’s seat.

Monday, July 08, 2024


Creation comes in dribs and drabs
A portrait by determined dabs
And when that burning passion stabs
Just be glad it isn’t crabs.

Sunday, July 07, 2024


Ant upon a pane of glass
Feels the sun, sees the grass
Wonders why it cannot pass
Just don’t bring your friends en masse!

Sometimes when you find you can’t
You may want to fuss and rant
Or you can be adamant
Just like this tenacious ant.

Saturday, July 06, 2024

Ee-eye Ee-eye ewwww

A cow in a coupe?

Pray it doesn’t poop,

In less than a mile

You could have quite a pile,

Before you hit town

You become farmer brown.