Who is That?

Now this is a song

I think I might remember!

While combing discount

bins at the used record

shop, I marvel at

the artists, unknown, who did

not transition from

the seventy eight to the

forty five, to the

thirty three and one third, to

the CD, to live streaming!

Poetry Geek

While driving home this morning I came upon the scene of a vehicle accident. A young woman was sitting on the curb typing frantically into her iPhone, hastily composing an SMS, or email, or post, or twit, or whatever. My thought upon witnessing this was, “If it were me, I’d be composing a poem.”  This is what leapt to mind:


Upon broken screen 

composing poetry seems

one fine way to celebrate

continuing existence!


I guess the time has come to accept and respect my latent poetry geek!

Why I Bother

I offer apologies in advance.  I was playing with iambic and rhyme scheme for this sonnet. I wanted something less fluid than ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.

This is definitely not fluid but it may be too syncopated for what I was after. You be the judge.


Sometimes it seems that my profession

Serves no purpose, much, beyond

Providing ample lyric fodder

For my poetic avocation.

Why not sit, in comfort, ‘neath

The shade of verdant green palm frond,

Sip a drink, and idly ponder

The depth of snow on distant Heath?

Would fate differ one iota

If I drowned in some dark pond?

These are the thoughts I often wonder,

At month’s end when seeking quota.

But, for now, I’ll keep on wading

Into battle for those worth aiding.

Ode to a Bureaucrat

Man! You really don’t belong here!

Don’t take me wrong, or think me mean,

But you’re about as helpful as

A place kicker on a baseball team!

** written is commiseration for an old friend and his experiences in applying for much needed assistance.  Some kind of help is the kind of help we all can do without!