Feeling Old or Catching a Cold?
2 Dec 2015
Are your joints all achey,
So you feel decrepit and old?
Are your muscles a bit shaky,
Like you’re coming down with a cold?
Are you a bit weak in the knees?
What symptoms does your body exhibit?
How much do you cough and sneeze?
What’s going on with the body you inhabit?
How high can your temperature go?
What will make your headache go away?
About the only thing you know
Is that you’re sicker than a dog today.
Catching the flu is such an inconvenience.
I just hate feeling lethargic with colic.
I want to feel better with expedience
So I can get back to my normal fun and frolic.
This blog is about my life as reflected in rhyming poetry, observations and occasional rants. The title is Latin for "information and errs" or loosely translated "hits and misses." Wilson Arch photo courtesy of James Muhlestein.
04 December 2015
18 November 2015
Who Are You, Passing Thru?
Who Are You, Passing Thru?
17 Nov 2015
Wind, where are you going?
You came for a visit today.
Wind, why are you blowing?
You came, but didn’t stay.
You danced the leaves all around,
Touching everything exposed outside,
Then left the leaves all over the ground.
Such an irresponsible, messy joyride.
After gusting all day, you departed.
Where on earth did you go?
Where and how did you get started?
Wind tell me, I want to know.
17 Nov 2015
Wind, where are you going?
You came for a visit today.
Wind, why are you blowing?
You came, but didn’t stay.
You danced the leaves all around,
Touching everything exposed outside,
Then left the leaves all over the ground.
Such an irresponsible, messy joyride.
After gusting all day, you departed.
Where on earth did you go?
Where and how did you get started?
Wind tell me, I want to know.
16 November 2015
Not Your Typical Watcher
Not Your Typical Watcher
10 Nov 2015
I spot the staid suburban sentinels
Posted out on their weekly missions,
They’re keeping this night’s vigils,
Standing by the curb like apparitions.
They’ll stand all night waiting strong
For the trucks and into the next day.
Then the garbage trucks’ll come along
And haul all the smelly trash away.
10 Nov 2015
I spot the staid suburban sentinels
Posted out on their weekly missions,
They’re keeping this night’s vigils,
Standing by the curb like apparitions.
They’ll stand all night waiting strong
For the trucks and into the next day.
Then the garbage trucks’ll come along
And haul all the smelly trash away.
18 October 2015
Ranked by Google
Oh my gosh, I was poking around the internet, doing Google searches and was pleasantly surprised by what came up. When I put "poem" in the search engine, this blog came up at the bottom of the first page.
13 October 2015
Proffering Offering
Proffering Offering
11 October 2015
In your moments of darkness,
Borrow light from my inventory.
In your moments of weakness,
Mooch strength from my story.
In your moments of stress,
Bum passion from my poetry.
When you’re scared and afraid,
Put an artificial smile on your face.
When you feel short-changed and betrayed,
Reach for a long-distance embrace.
When you’re drowning in doubt,
Take hope from my cupboards.
When you’re feeling lonely and left out,
Drink deeply from my well of words.
11 October 2015
In your moments of darkness,
Borrow light from my inventory.
In your moments of weakness,
Mooch strength from my story.
In your moments of stress,
Bum passion from my poetry.
When you’re scared and afraid,
Put an artificial smile on your face.
When you feel short-changed and betrayed,
Reach for a long-distance embrace.
When you’re drowning in doubt,
Take hope from my cupboards.
When you’re feeling lonely and left out,
Drink deeply from my well of words.
04 October 2015
Hypocrisy Legacy
Hypocrisy Legacy
24 Sept 2015
The recently deceased was laid to rest
With all the proper praise and prayers.
The family dressed in their Sunday best
And put on appropriate bereaved airs.
The rest of us played along, acting our parts,
Giving lip service to the dead one’s benevolence.
While we all knew in our heart of hearts
That the dearly departed was full of malevolence.
24 Sept 2015
The recently deceased was laid to rest
With all the proper praise and prayers.
The family dressed in their Sunday best
And put on appropriate bereaved airs.
The rest of us played along, acting our parts,
Giving lip service to the dead one’s benevolence.
While we all knew in our heart of hearts
That the dearly departed was full of malevolence.
20 September 2015
My Own Website
I'm letting everybody know that I've published my very own website. After getting frustrated that nobody seemed to know HTML, I took a class and figured things out on my own. The website is best viewed in Chrome or Firefox. If you don't like what you see, tell me. If you like my website, tell your friends.
16 September 2015
Labor Day on the Bay
Labor Day on the Bay
8 Sept 2015
To celebrate Labor Day
We went to play in the sun,
Splashing in the bay,
And building a sandcastle for fun.
Our castle was shapeless.
The sand resisted conforming.
Shaping battlements was hopeless.
Water and kids performing
Their best to undermine
Building efforts by adults.
Their joint forces did combine
To give suboptimal results.
Amid all the fun and recreation,
The sun's ever churning fusion
Emitted ultraviolet radiation,
Giving the kids a burning conclusion.
From a parental point of view
Perhaps nothing was accomplished.
But there was no emergency rescue
And for the time “work” vanished.
8 Sept 2015
To celebrate Labor Day
We went to play in the sun,
Splashing in the bay,
And building a sandcastle for fun.
Our castle was shapeless.
The sand resisted conforming.
Shaping battlements was hopeless.
Water and kids performing
Their best to undermine
Building efforts by adults.
Their joint forces did combine
To give suboptimal results.
Amid all the fun and recreation,
The sun's ever churning fusion
Emitted ultraviolet radiation,
Giving the kids a burning conclusion.
From a parental point of view
Perhaps nothing was accomplished.
But there was no emergency rescue
And for the time “work” vanished.
06 September 2015
Published in The Australia Times
The Australia Times published another of my poems in their Poetry magazine. It's viewable online: http://www.theaustraliatimes.com/magazine/poetry/issue/318/#86
You may need to type "86" in the little box at the top to go directly to my poem.
You may need to type "86" in the little box at the top to go directly to my poem.
10 August 2015
Reanalyze Thru Fresh Eyes
Reanalyze Thru Fresh Eyes
2 August 2015
The usual sights, you don’t give them a thought.
They’re always there as you pass by, unchanging.
You don’t look twice. They’re quickly forgot
As you go about your routine without rearranging.
From my hometown, I drove with my lover.
We went to the next town for a stopover.
Since it was his first time to discover
We took the scenic route going over.
The views that I had seen many times
Drew “Wow’s” from him. Although he lives
In quite similar topography and climes,
These were uniquely distinct alternatives.
While growing up we take so much for granted.
Many things we don’t acknowledge or realize
How they’re significant, unusual or enchanted
Until we see them thru a newcomer’s eyes.
2 August 2015
The usual sights, you don’t give them a thought.
They’re always there as you pass by, unchanging.
You don’t look twice. They’re quickly forgot
As you go about your routine without rearranging.
From my hometown, I drove with my lover.
We went to the next town for a stopover.
Since it was his first time to discover
We took the scenic route going over.
The views that I had seen many times
Drew “Wow’s” from him. Although he lives
In quite similar topography and climes,
These were uniquely distinct alternatives.
While growing up we take so much for granted.
Many things we don’t acknowledge or realize
How they’re significant, unusual or enchanted
Until we see them thru a newcomer’s eyes.
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