Here’s my pocket poem for the year 2024. Since I’ve written it myself I hope that it won’t be a bore. Three stanzas are all I’ve got
Whenever someone uses the word “bl… They are aiming for a specific res… Which is exactly why was recently… at a political rally in Ohio. The speaker knew what he was sayin…
Since April is National Poetry M… (#NationalPoetryMonth) perhaps this is the best time for writing Zip Odes to release my creative impulses.
His football team wore gold and bl… For the city that makes our steel Success was the fruit of their lab… Four Super Bowl trophies are real
They go on TV at night And make all of us laugh. But the best part of it Is irritating T**** by half. He rages at their satire
New Jersey’s junior senator stood on the Senate floor for 25 h… and passionately recounted the “mo… which the United States finds its… He implored all of us to do better
2024 will be culture wars all day, every day so we might as well get it started on Day One. Senator Tuberville would be upset
Tracy Chapman wrote a song late i… which deserves to endure forever,… and a plaintive story about the di… that Life can sometimes bring. It received lots of airplay in the…
Inspiration is not an obedient dog that comes whenever it is called or patiently waits around to be shown some attention. Inspiration is closer to a bird
We love and we laugh On this earthly voyage, Circling around the sun For an unknown period of time. The only thing we truly know
Whenever you have a loving family who share their lives with each ot… you’re very fortunate, indeed. Thanks to El Rey del Taco, the U… and all the people who worked with…
I used to hate poetry back in high school because I could never understand any of it and I didn’t want my teachers
Barber’s chairs arranged in a circ… around an unused fire pit An all-you-can eat breakfast; A quiet vibe accompanies it Fox News (thankfully muted) on th…
In 1912, Jacob Wesley Wilbur who had made a fortune selling lan… bought hundreds of acres for himself and some others along the Atlantic Ocean
An eerie silence has descended over the places where constant activity once reigned. Construction will no longer occur now that undocumented workers
