Winds whisper your name; /
the letters catch on the grass; /
tears rain on the earth.
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Whispers
Winds whisper your name; /
the letters catch on the grass; /
tears rain on the earth.
Filed under haiku, poem, poetry by author, Whispers
Billboards
Grounded stars imbued with a foggy night.
Suntanned pieces of wind-tilted technology.
Saluting Souvenirs of transience: Billboards.
A toothpick-bearded hitchhiker saunters from a
Detroit-styled digestive supplier.
Straddles the roadside.
The smoke curls and cocoons in the corners of his
Well-traveled eyes.
His past:
Grounded stars imbued in a foggy night.
His future:
Suntanned pieces of wind-tilted technology.
Saluting Souvenirs of transience:
Billboards.
Filed under Billboards, poem, poetry by author
Writer’s Time Machine
Writer’s Time Machine: /
Errors fixed as they appear. /
Editor dyes dies sad.
Filed under haiku, poem, poetry by author, writer's time machine
Writer comes home
Worlds in Wonder mourn. /
A comet lights heaven’s void. /
A writer comes home.
In memory of Ray Bradbury, Aug. 22, 1920 – June 6, 2012
Filed under haiku, poetry by author, Ray Bradbury
Zuckerberg the limerick
There once was a man named Zuckerberg
for whom listening to people seemed quite absurd.
So he took the word “face”
stuck it out in virtual space
and added “book,” because he was such a nerd.
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CarToonsday: Sacred cow
Sacred cow meeting notes: Sartre never attended a bored meeting.
In a meeting.
In a life.
Full of woe.
Full of strife.
Full of things
I do not know.
Not sure yet
which way to go.
In a meeting.
In a life.
Full of woe.
Full of strife.
Full of dimwits,
Full of “fun,”
I cannot wait
’til this day’s done.
In a meeting.
In a life.
Full of woe.
Full of strife.
But no angels
can save me now.
Nor a Brahmin,
nor sacred cow.
In a meeting.
In a life.
Full of woe.
Full of strife.
Come what may,
come what might,
this is my
gas inducing plight.
Filed under cartoon by author, Drawing conclusions, poetry by author
The death of ignorance
We shall die a death of ignorance
Hurling epithets instead of wonder.
We shall die a death of ignorance
Full of bluster and decanted blunder.
We shall die a death of ignorance
With our children rent asunder.
We shall die a death of ignorance
And our only hope of sustenance
Will be what’s left of our comeuppance
In the hell we’ve made of utterance
As our souls live the devil’s slumber
And the world goes down and under,
Down and under, down and under.
Filed under death of ignorance, poem, poetry by author
The passion of dry weather
Sun consumes the sky.
Earth’s belly bulges with fire.
Night weeps empty tears.
Filed under dry weather, haiku, poetry by author
Elephant from Nantucket
Sometimes it’s not the elephant in the middle of the room that’s the problem, it’s what the elephant has in his trunk.
There once was an elephant from Nantucket
whose trunk was so long he could suck it.
With full force it went in,
bending time and again.
Until election day, he’s just stuck with it.
Filed under cartoon by author, limerick, poetry by author, political humor
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