Thursday, April 22, 2021

Is It?

It is what it is
I’ve often heard said
Where it refers to something
Better left unsaid

But if you can’t face it
How will it ever change?
Words should solve problems
Before they estrange.

Tuesday, April 20, 2021


I never thought my words would find a place
Upon the plinth reserved for works of grace
But hoped to jot a cogent line or two
That maybe made some people say – “Who knew?”

Saturday, April 17, 2021


Her left eye was very high
The other kind of low
I mulled if I should say goodbye
Or a colorful hello

I told her she looked cool
She nodded, “As a cube,
now be a helpful little fool
and crack another tube.”

I browsed her box of paint
To try and find the hue
That filled in something faint
A one composed of two?

Thursday, April 15, 2021


“How strangely will the Tools of a Tyrant pervert the plain Meaning of Words!”

~Samuel Adams~

The TV tells me things that don’t make sense
Compelling my compulsion for the fence
But not so I can blithely sit astride
More so for a place to try and hide

Though soon there won’t be anything we’ve got
That isn’t somehow theirs to take. The plot
Is plain yet convoluted to convince
Those who watch the news without a wince.

Saturday, April 10, 2021


Another year to persevere
And help protect what I hold dear
So let me state this loud and clear:
I will not bow to fostered fear.

Wednesday, April 07, 2021


You can’t sow
without a seed
Or ever grow
gouged by greed
With every blow
they make us bleed
Till all we know
is endless need.

Sunday, April 04, 2021


The roman stripes embossed
Upon that hammered clay
Displayed the awful cost
Of vows fulfilled that day
When the stone was rolled away.

The flesh was never lost
Transfigured like a ray
Of light, the Holy Ghost
Relieves what burdens weigh,
Once the stone is rolled away.

Thursday, April 01, 2021


As I look southward to a distant hill
A gaunt dryad stands tall and still
Enchanting me with unbending will

it’s creaky incantations call
In rattling whispers (thanks to fall)
And all my inhibitions stall

But I have never seen a sign
That there’s a way beyond this pine
So on I drive as pistons whine

With no one left around to lead
It’s pointless to reduce my speed
Approval never was a need.