The Clock on the Wall Keeps Ticking It’s 8 am and I should arise. The day is announced by a robin’s cries. Into the room the sunlight streams and abruptly jolts me from my dreams. And the clock on the wall is ticking. But soft is the bed and warm are the covers. and I’d
I felt like it was about time for another poem, so I dug this one out of my files. This is the first time it’s been shared. What Humans Do An ash tree was dying in the front yard, victimized by the ash borer. I paid good money to a tree service to chop
Still getting caught up after Thanksgiving, so here’s a quick poem from the unpublished pile — My Nemesis I don’t know why we didn’t get along. But all through high school he was there. He drew mustaches on my baseball cards. In music class when we were supposed to be singing he harassed me.
Here is a link to my favorite Thanksgiving poem. Unfortunately, I didn’t write it; Jack Prelutsky did. But it’s the kind of poem I wish I could write. http://www.homemakerscorner.com/turkeyshot.htm (Jack Prelutsky began as a folk singer, and has been making words rhyme for over 45 years. Since his first book, A Gopher in the Garden,
Since its the first of November, I thought it’s time to revisit my poem about winter. This is from my book Poems About Life, available on this website. Perspective The son stood in the doorway, Behold a beautiful sight! As far as he could see, nothing but fluffy white! Today would be a time
This is an original poem from my book Some Poems About Life (available on Amazon.com and this website). How Are You Rolling? There is a rhythm to everyday life to which we all must move. As we get by, the question becomes are you in a rut or are you in a groove? Life
The nice people on The Pangolin Review website have published one of my poems — Issue 4, 8 July (https://thepangolinreview.wixsite.com/mypoetrysite/current-issue )! Unfortunately, you have to scroll down and hunt for it, so I’ll copy it here to save you the trouble. On Squash How did the vegetable squash get its name? For something you
This is a previously unpublished poem I dug out of my files. In The Unlikely Event… In the unlikely event of loss of cabin pressure, a mask will drop down. Of fire, head for the nearest exit and do not use the elevator. Of an earthquake, go outside, away from buildings. In the unlikely
In honor of spring (although you’d never know it now in Southwest Ohio), I am reposting this poem, which is from my book Some Poems About Life My Rite of Spring I consider myself a peaceable soul. I value all manner of livable things. Insects and mice, spiders and voles. Just about anything Mom Nature
The Shopping Trip The kitchen table is filled with the bounty of a successful shopping trip: a light bulb, D cell batteries, a box of cereal, a pound of baby carrots, a package of chicken legs, and a toothbrush. They are all wrapped, sealed, encased, and/or otherwise entombed in plastic. Airtight, watertight, impervious,