Saturday, March 31, 2007


It seems like I’m always a little behind
but that’s okay, I really don’t mind
for I know if things were going too well
they’d be on the verge of going to hell.

Friday, March 30, 2007


I watch them departing the corner store
exuding the weakness I so abhor,
their sovereign spirit that blearily tore
apart the hearth impatient to pour;

what proof exists that will appease
these catastrophic tendencies
to disregard corporeal pleas
for jaundiced, gaunt indignities?

Distracted by the gentle clink
of rocks that help define the brink,
a ruddy face and carefree wink
is all you see before they sink.

Thursday, March 29, 2007


Productive machines are dynamic
and need motivation to thrive
but just like the finest ceramic
they must be refined to survive
although an accomplished mechanic
can often finagle the drive—
to avoid a big clench
be discreet with your wrench.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007


Effort extended
need not be defended
provided the purpose is never pretended,
as forced affectations
can roast reputations
so try to stay true through the trite tribulations.

Saturday, March 24, 2007


I watch them come and go from my food preparing station
stopping in to fight the pangs of overnight starvation,
they smack their lips and rave about the flavorful sensation
but the sustenance they savor is the spicy conversation.

Friday, March 23, 2007


I’ve ripened in the rough for quite some time,
beside an orchard where the scent of lush
fertility belies the sudden rush
of woeful winter’s unrelenting rime,
which soon will steal the succor of the dew.
Amidst these blades I sometimes catch a peek
of distant canopies and wonder how
I ended up here, overcome by cow
manure pies encrusted with flies that reek
so strongly, often I can’t even see.
I think about the branch I never knew
is it the one from which my tartness grew?
There is no broader breadth (it seems to me)
than that between the apple and the tree.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Mega-Mart Must Die!

Surrounded by the artifice of printed polyester
I pause before an obelisk that spurs the spoiled spender
to sacrifice security and skinflint aspirations
for fabricated finery produced by starving nations.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Spring Ahead

The piney scent of distant youth
a wind that murmurs ancient truth,
expanding buds can’t wait to bloom—
emboldened bane of winter gloom
or future tributes for a tomb?

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Briar's Patch - The Conclusion

Hello! I posted back in November what is to date the longest rhyming poem I have ever written and promised an ending too. Now four months later I finally have something to post and I hope it was worth the wait.

A perfect sun began another less than stellar day
but momentarily managed to eliminate the gray,
amidst a cloud of thistledown a silent figure stood
remembering his moment as the champion for good
when harried elves triumphantly extolled his fearsome strength
then eulogized their ancient texts which prophesied at length
about a human warrior who’d deal the fatal blow
to save their humble habitat and everything they know.
Engrossed in thought the troubled man was blind to all around
except for that one darkened spot reserved as hallowed ground
when suddenly a voice said, "Don’t succumb to your regret,
we knew the outcome ere the time that you and Briar met."
"But why did you neglect to tell me? Somehow we could have planned..."
"You know that knowledge would have stayed your less than steady hand,
besides your mind was on the edge, we feared that you may snap
thus ruining our one small chance to spring the fatal trap."
This prompted Jim to spin around, his features skewed by pain
"Tell that to your friend!" he screamed while pointing at the stain.
For moments, only silence met his unrelenting glare
then Bramble (Briar’s cousin) spoke, selecting words with care
"We never wished to cause you any unresolved distress
you must remember — Briar chose the path of selflessness,
he knew that in the greater scheme his life meant next to naught
and this is why he sought you out, then bravely stood and fought."
Once more the only sound was when the gentle wind blew by
as long restrained frustration leaked from Jim’s determined eye
which never left poor Bramble’s face until he said at last
"We humbly ask forgiveness for transgressions of the past."
These simple words expressed undid the stifling chains of rage
which held Jim’s heart a prisoner within a shrinking cage;
he stared at Bramble sheepishly, observing his attire
and noticed something weird so he said, "May I please inquire
why you have that crimson spot upon your tunic sleeve?"
Without a pause Bramble said, "Of course, it’s how we grieve,
commemorating the glory of our comrade’s final fight
by wearing badges colored like the blood he shed that night,
and now if you’ll excuse me Jim, I must get back to our cave,
stay well, we’ll always be here for you and lastly — behave!"
Jim watched his little figure disappear into the brush
then waited till the forest slowly settled to a hush,
he stayed there for a long time thinking hard on what was said
then sauntered home to find a piece of fabric that was red.

Friday, March 16, 2007


I tried to pick
the proper brick
and stop a messy tumble,
but all I did
was run then skid
into a writhing jumble.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007


As stanchions storm a snowy hill
their steely limbs are stiff, but still
display a certain kind of stoic grace.
Conducting their dramatic drill
in radiance that seems to spill
from Venus’ alluring star struck face
just reinforces something we all know—
for passion there’s no peace we won’t forego.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Bearing Paul

I’ve known him for eternity it seems
but never truly came to know the man
we all avoided like the plague; we ran
in fact to try and dodge his endless streams
of rambling, over romanticized crap.
He always managed to corner us though,
his failing ears oblivious of low
ungracious snickers I hid with my cap,
to talk about the Great Depression or
the ‘Big One’, bleary eyes so far away.
My Mother, smiling wide, would save the day
by saying, "Dad, quit being such a bore!"
The burden of my shame invoked despair
is much more than the casket I now bear.

Friday, March 09, 2007


Confounded by the prideful scam
sometimes I wonder if I am
and then the days of cold disdain
where I really just don’t give a damn,

and on those days I can’t abstain
from voicing (though I vent in vain)
this emptiness inside of me—
a growing void I can’t explain.

Is substance only what we see
or is there more we need to be?
Such heady thoughts are well above
this vessel of simplicity

that seeks an olive bearing dove
to grant the peace they whisper of
so I can finally come to terms
with this world I long to love.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Iamb What Iamb

Foot by foot I fight the fight
designing droning dynamite
to plant upon the pixel-scape
and nudge the hairs on someone’s nape
but solemn silence signifies
didactic drivel I devise
will peter out in patterned time
robotic duds of rusty rhyme.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Pieces of Eight

Hello true believers, how goes the fight? I recently found this little blurb on another site I visit frequently and found myself inspired to pen a little verse (imagine that). I would be very interested to read some other takes on this and invite anyone so inclined to pen something of their own and post it to their blog or here in comments or even Email it to me and I will link back or post it here accordingly. Take care :^D

from Nietzsche's Human, All Too Human:

"Joy in age. The thinker or artist whose better self has fled into his works feels an almost malicious joy when he sees his body and spirit slowly broken into and destroyed by time; it is as if he were in a corner, watching a thief at work on his safe, all the while knowing that it is empty and that all his treasures have been rescued."

Within this chest I know I’ve stored
some sundry bits of detritus
but every now and then my hoard
divulges gems of veritas
and each time I dig deeper yet
aware that someday very soon
I’ll pay off my remaining debt
with one last shiny bright doubloon.

From Shirley over at Housemouse:

There’s a place I go, within myself
When I am all alone
And there I find a treasure shelf
Of things I call my own
Gems that go unheard, unseen
Unless I make them known.

And when my being fails to be
This cache of words will speak of me.

Thanks Shirley, very nice!! 8^D

Tuesday, March 06, 2007


Adrift among the falling flakes
that swirl around so breezily
I’m grounded by increasing aches
which seem to spring too easily

from weathered, sometimes droopy limbs
stripped bare of all embellishment
that reach, as visibility dims
for root embracing firmament

but only flounder worriedly
in much more whiteness than it takes
to cover up quite hurriedly
this least divine of all mistakes.

Friday, March 02, 2007


Once we grasp how brief the span
it’s much too late to neatly plan
then we endeavor all we can
to be—

but constant motion causes blur
and bitterness you can’t defer
so always take the time to stir
your tea.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

You're In!

The perfect attribute
is to never refute
just bobble with unexplained glee
as they gaze in your eye
and tell you it’s dry
while dousing your denim with pee.


I wish I could tell you how meaningless
this all purports to be
and just how truly hilarious
your fervor is to see
inventing brand new ways to waste
the precious energy
expended in a futile haste
to forge eternity.


Hey everybody, hope all is well with anyone who may read this. My life as a cook/owner has been incredibly hectic (though I’m not complaining) but on top of that work has been rather tedious lately. I’ve worked where I currently am twenty years performing various tasks and never had one bad review, often doing several jobs above and beyond my job description for a nominal salary. The last couple of years with increases in medical deductions, the cost of living, and decreases in the amount of raises, I’ve actually been losing money while my workload triples. Then they find out that I’ve started my own business so they start whipping me because this is a ‘what have you done for me lately’ kind of place and meanwhile the team I used to work with (and get along with) famously was replaced by a bunch of the most disingenuous and nonproductive people I have ever met, making it just horrible to even show up, but bills must be paid.
Well enough whining, I just wanted to explain why a lot of my writing has been short lately, I literally only have minutes to jump on and post so I try to stay pithy. I am airing a couple of my recent vents and hope to have some longer works done soon. Thanks for reading and commenting and writing your own great material which often inspires me. Take care!!