I don’t want to know
what distant shelling sounds like!
Ignorance IS bliss.
I don’t want to know
what distant shelling sounds like!
Ignorance IS bliss.
Pain’s abyssal depths
can’t be adequately plumbed
with a Likert Scale.
You can plan your death
but it’s much more effective
to choose how you’ll live.
Please remember, folks,
All that Jiggles ain’t jello.
Sometimes, friends, it’s slime.
Behind bravado
Cowers insecure infant
Confidently clothed.
How can he deny
even the least scintilla
in these women’s claims?
Has the bully learned
that the threatened may get tough
and protect themselves?
My inner poet
Mourns your harsh assertion that
Letters are mundane
There he stands, agape
Trumpeting his trumperies
To that gilded horde
When fury rises
Over poorly chosen words
What’s a man to do
I crave the quiet
Moment to take pen in hand
Compose some small peace
Let us not confuse
A lost cause with a just one.
That won’t bring us peace.
When duty drags us
From deep, contented, slumber
It must be Monday.
After long absence
It is most reassuring
To be called by name