Stuck in a megalomaniac drain
dad’s shade still stirs my bane
careful wording efforts in vain
it struck his ears as my disdain.
He often planted his big hairy fist
reteach lessons I might’ve missed
my words would cease and desist
powerless to predict a narcissist.
To some it may…
Professional dreamers with biological degrees,
scientific philosophers scour the map’s margins,
vagabonds adrift on an evolving iceberg
chasing collective fancies in an otherworld.
Southernmost continent hosts the south pole
Weddell Sea cloaked by a year-round ice shelf
where researchers spend the austral summer
perched on a moving creaking rumbling slab.
It’s always been dry in the west
but this twenty-year drought
is the worst in memory.
Last winter was bone dry
and now this looks to be
another scrawny bone.
The sound of rain these days
is damn-near orgasmic to me.
I turn off the music
and washing machine,
just stop everything
California (sometimes viewed as land of stoners) was the first state in the USA to legalize marijuana for medicinal purposes back in 1996. Twenty years later, California legalized recreational pot (2016).
In 2022, I still marvel at having the freedom to smoke a pipeload without being secretive. All those years…
I arrived the day after sycamore.
Almost forgot how these creamy white sentinels of stark bark bounce back against a slanted wintry tirade. So strong! So strident! A scrawny sunbeam diatribe is swallowed by a high Pacific ridge, recently greening and freshly verdant. Early afternoon exit.
Of course, we both…
What I love most on a warm winter day
is a tradition that’s gone by the wayside
punching and kneading my cares away
stroking dough often keeps me occupied.
Wanting my ritual to last all afternoon
on a sunny windowsill I double-proof
shunning the use of machine or spoon
my bare hands knead…
It’s difficult . . . or perhaps embarrassing
to remember how wrapped around the axle
I got with some Valentine’s Day coming up.
A holiday of unrealistic expectations.
Sad, fake, temporary jolts of hopeful pretend.
Pretend life isn’t tough and love is still grand.
But the most ridiculous expectation of…
Ditzy Kat and I merrily reconnected
her limericks funny and foul-injected
I forgot to wear a mask
while uncorking her flask
so here I am, limerick reinfected.
Ditzy pumps her limericks full of gas
it’s fine with me since I have no class
no poet pens a better fart
than our purry little…
Thank you for continuing to give some loving attention to all the writers I’ve been posting!
Okay, I admit. I melted all over the place reading Chris Noonan’s Haiku:
Jessie R. Barker’s Dispatches from Iraq → a refreshing window of honesty:
Carmellita lets us hear a conversation with her grandma…