Tuesday, April 30, 2024


So close to may
But doubts still prey
As spring seems uninclined to stay

Despite our needs
We have the seeds
For compromise, and growth proceeds.

Monday, April 29, 2024

Rug City Retrospect

We all have spurts of good luck
And stretches where things just suck
And though we periodically plan
We take what comes and do the best we can.

Sunday, April 28, 2024


The perpetual imposer can't see
Just how annoying they are
Presenting their most recent plea
Constantly pushing too far
Until there’s no one left to shove
Never take advantage of love.

Saturday, April 27, 2024


The first two hours disappeared
I cooked and cooked till it was cleared
The silent printer is my Zen
Until that chatter starts again

Play with hot food, you’ll be burned
I have so many scars, just look
A fearsome flame won’t be spurned
Another ticket, gotta book!

Friday, April 26, 2024


A creature that crawls on its belly
Isn’t as clever as it may think
For nether regions are smelly
And that’s where it likes to slink—
In shadows, where prey can’t see,
As dark as its heart seems to be.

Thursday, April 25, 2024


It’s getting harder to see
No matter how much I squint
The light escapes me
Should I just take a hint?
I’ll always seek the glint.

And sounds aren’t as clear
Regardless how I strain
I’m struggling to hear
Will understanding wane?
Perhaps it’s best to filter out disdain.

And lately my speech
Has been overly flecked
With lies that fools preach
But I’ll only interject
With words of respect.

Wednesday, April 24, 2024


Is time dilation real?
Well, here’s the deal:
I started this poem at one
But it was already done
So posted it late
Isn't time tweaking great?

Tuesday, April 23, 2024


It’s a block to build,
A hole that’s filled,
Or the culprit when the truth is killed

The signal is strong
But many go wrong
When lost in the chaotic noise of the throng

Although we seek
To block the bleak
Salvation is dropped when reception is weak.

Monday, April 22, 2024

None of The Above

They’ll tell us that we have no other choice,
to save the earth all humans must obey
restrictions that will strangle every voice
and limit life in every single way.

Eliminating options to survive
they’ll tell us that we have no other choice
but gather in their sterile techno-hive
while they go buy the trendiest Rolls-Royce

and send taxpayers the invoice.
And as we choke down foul synthetic food
(they’ll tell us that we have no other choice)
their gourmet delights shall be chewed

then washed down with bubbly champagne,
the worst part? They think we should rejoice,
do you want to submit to their illegitimate reign?
There’s always another choice.

Sunday, April 21, 2024


Your tulips appear
To be frosty my dear
The red is subdued
Much like the mood
When spring should be here

The winters are drear
Year after year after year
If it wasn’t for such drudgery
Perhaps there wouldn’t be
Frost on your two lips dear.

Saturday, April 20, 2024


The left and right wings are the same
Propelling the eagle to new heights of shame
They make a flap
But don’t do crap
And soon we’ll be lunch meat once lame.


Of all days to pick
This must be the worst
I think I feel sick
Did something just burst?
Whoever chose 420 for Wingfest must die
But first I have a mountain of wings to fry.

Friday, April 19, 2024


If only backs were like leaves
Returning fresh and slack
But every working man grieves,
The spring will never be back.

Thursday, April 18, 2024

Better than Lint

I have so many poems in my pocket
I don’t know which one to share
Was it proper to overstock it?
The prudent prefer to prepare

With hopes that you like this one
I'll post without delay
Make sure that you don’t miss one,
And share your own, okay?

***Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day!***

Wednesday, April 17, 2024


Met a four
At least that’s what she said she was
“Just do what everybody does,
Find the door.”

I said, “Nay
It seems your addition is off
Ignore the ignorant who scoff
Ten all day!”

Math is fun
It can exercise your mind
And it’s better when you find
Two are one.

Tuesday, April 16, 2024


You don’t have to be hooked
on something heavy
to throw your life away
your mind can be cooked
by the sickening bevy
of lies labeled truth every day.

Monday, April 15, 2024


I once had time to think and write
When I was in my prime
Staying up through half the night
To think and write. I once had time

For fanciful flights in a fertile mind
Unfettered by the plights
That limit what runways one can find
In a fertile mind for fanciful flights,

But I still try to soar when I can
I didn’t forget how to fly,
Sometimes it’s hard for this also-ran
To soar when I can, but I still try.

Sunday, April 14, 2024


That which we can’t see
Entices us more than the sight
And what we know cannot be
Can haunt us every night

Remember to temper desire
With pinches of practical flux
Or find yourself seared by the fire
That will never be quenched by the crux.

Saturday, April 13, 2024

Over the Hump

Anything done for lust
Though kindly seeming, must
End up as a bust
(If you get my thrust).

Friday, April 12, 2024


Everyone has to do their part
To keep this ship afloat
And study the most current chart
To dodge sand bars of note

With every vital station manned
We shouldn’t go ker-plunk
But, if no one lends a hand
We could be sunk.

Thursday, April 11, 2024


Can you be so in touch with the universe
That you feel each decaying atom disperse
Throughout the fabric of all that is—
Or maybe you just have to take a whiz?

Wednesday, April 10, 2024


Everyone wants to go there
But when it’s time to show up
No one does.

A dead end gets you nowhere
While those with purpose grow up.
Wish I was.

Tuesday, April 09, 2024


Beside a crooked crabapple tree
I was blessed to see
The dance between the blossom and the bee

Then, like the distant sun and moon
Whose hug was done too soon
I spiral to my own eccentric tune

And onward everyone proceeds
Performing their appointed deeds
As destiny adroitly leads.

Monday, April 08, 2024


You can block out The Son
But it doesn’t matter if you do
Or how far you run
The light will get through
The darkness undone.

When blackness seems grim
Be warmed by the glow
Of a merciful whim
The Son can bestow
And give all to Him.

Sunday, April 07, 2024


The complexity of the cosmos is no lark
A grand design exists for all to see
But those with feeble eyes are doomed to be
Forever grasping blindly in the dark.

Saturday, April 06, 2024


They said to lead but I never cared
For pacifying people ill prepared
To muddle through morose futility
And still believe that anything can be.

Refusing to administer the lies
I see that I was insolent, not wise
And though the system's just a shoddy sham
I harbor hope because that’s who I am.

Friday, April 05, 2024


The final jubilee
Of such a long span
Is bound to be

A seething can
Of latent energy
To change the world of Man.

Thursday, April 04, 2024

Getting Plowed

The first week of spring
Another frosty fling
Glad elected hacks
Hiked that carbon tax.

Wednesday, April 03, 2024


Can an orange tree grow in New York?
As mentioned, I’m a bit of a dork
But each new leaf
Nurtures belief
Like a bum with a monogrammed fork.

Tuesday, April 02, 2024

Laughing Matters

I chuckled at someone's misfortune
And bad luck belittled me
So I can’t blow it out of proportion
When nettled by his glee.

It’s best to avoid acting petty
We all have rough patches to tread
Stop tossing the caustic confetti
And try being helpful instead.

Monday, April 01, 2024


They can’t copy natural beauty
So made the grotesque seem grand
And those with no concept of duty
To truth give them such a big hand
The war against morals is fully engaged
Beware propaganda that’s overly staged.