You’ll trade a king
For a king
And need an extension on the game
Because this saga
Is won by pawns.
They might even
Eclipse the queen,
Paranormally round heads
Blocking out the sun
Like a hurricane.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
My life as a sheepdog
Was better than the hog
Or the flies in the bog.
I took a pledge
To protect the hedge
And I could sniff out spies
Like they were covered in eggnog.
But then came the man
With the flying car
Who broke my olecranon
As he set the higher bar.
Now I’m broke and unemployed
Saving bills to buy steroids
Because I’ll be back
To storm the farm
And get things on track.
Was better than the hog
Or the flies in the bog.
I took a pledge
To protect the hedge
And I could sniff out spies
Like they were covered in eggnog.
But then came the man
With the flying car
Who broke my olecranon
As he set the higher bar.
Now I’m broke and unemployed
Saving bills to buy steroids
Because I’ll be back
To storm the farm
And get things on track.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
I knew right away something was amiss.
The birds normally fluttering
Were quiet and listless.
Then the breeze turned chilly
And the bay normally teal
Became dark, waves flying willy nilly.
I know to head back to the office
When the summit normally heated
Turns cloudy and the wind raucous.
So the vacation is over
And now here I sit
Waiting for cloud cover
To break and the sunbeams to hit.
The birds normally fluttering
Were quiet and listless.
Then the breeze turned chilly
And the bay normally teal
Became dark, waves flying willy nilly.
I know to head back to the office
When the summit normally heated
Turns cloudy and the wind raucous.
So the vacation is over
And now here I sit
Waiting for cloud cover
To break and the sunbeams to hit.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Another nail-biter
My hair’s pulled and gray.
The team’s full of fighters
Who will have the last say.
First time topping the group
And England, too, is in the loop.
Today Donovan was the man
But every player did his part.
Now it’s time to put on the jam
We all can’t wait for the next round to start!
My hair’s pulled and gray.
The team’s full of fighters
Who will have the last say.
First time topping the group
And England, too, is in the loop.
Today Donovan was the man
But every player did his part.
Now it’s time to put on the jam
We all can’t wait for the next round to start!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Of course scandal would accompany
Cups of ruby, crystal and other gems.
Wealth, if not beauty, will always carry
A certain taint, especially when argued over
By conservatives and dems.
Let’s vote for a reasonable voice
Calling for a moratorium on predatory loans
And rolling our dice on precious stones.
Isn’t it time to trade on other means
Considering the earth has put to us too many liens?
Note: My frequent readers would’ve noticed that I missed a post yesterday. Unfortunately I was caught up in various activities including watching the World Cup and running errands to get ready for my brother’s wedding this weekend. On the same note, I will likely miss Thursday and Friday when I’m out of town for the wedding (if I can’t find the internet and some spare time). Congratulations, Gregory and Monica!
Cups of ruby, crystal and other gems.
Wealth, if not beauty, will always carry
A certain taint, especially when argued over
By conservatives and dems.
Let’s vote for a reasonable voice
Calling for a moratorium on predatory loans
And rolling our dice on precious stones.
Isn’t it time to trade on other means
Considering the earth has put to us too many liens?
Note: My frequent readers would’ve noticed that I missed a post yesterday. Unfortunately I was caught up in various activities including watching the World Cup and running errands to get ready for my brother’s wedding this weekend. On the same note, I will likely miss Thursday and Friday when I’m out of town for the wedding (if I can’t find the internet and some spare time). Congratulations, Gregory and Monica!
Friday, June 18, 2010
World Cup Limerick #2
You could blame it on shoddy defense
But maybe it was the terrorists’ presence.
They were the refs
Blind and deaf
Disallowing goals wrapped like presents.
But maybe it was the terrorists’ presence.
They were the refs
Blind and deaf
Disallowing goals wrapped like presents.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Every man is an island
And every island has a story.
Some involve tigers
Others are less gory.
Some have histories
Of small people gone awry
Others describe crewmen
Turned into pigs in a sty.
The survivors are fishers
Or they stick to their squad
Or they farm veggies and hay
Even from the pebbled sod.
Then up grows London
And Mexico and Korea.
All governed by cunning men
With not one good idea.
And every island has a story.
Some involve tigers
Others are less gory.
Some have histories
Of small people gone awry
Others describe crewmen
Turned into pigs in a sty.
The survivors are fishers
Or they stick to their squad
Or they farm veggies and hay
Even from the pebbled sod.
Then up grows London
And Mexico and Korea.
All governed by cunning men
With not one good idea.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
I took my girlfriend
To a pebble beach in Spain
But she brought her vuvuzela
Put it to my ear
And gave my head some pain.
Lying together in the sun,
We have so much to gain.
It wasn’t until she punched me
That our love began to wane.
Like Switzerland, I tried to maintain
Our peace; I tried to submit to her reign.
Surely relationships are trade-offs,
But if she hits me again, I‘ll go insane.
I admit I deserved to be hit
When the wine I spilled caused a stain
But I can’t control the weather
And she beats me whenever there’s rain.
To a pebble beach in Spain
But she brought her vuvuzela
Put it to my ear
And gave my head some pain.
Lying together in the sun,
We have so much to gain.
It wasn’t until she punched me
That our love began to wane.
Like Switzerland, I tried to maintain
Our peace; I tried to submit to her reign.
Surely relationships are trade-offs,
But if she hits me again, I‘ll go insane.
I admit I deserved to be hit
When the wine I spilled caused a stain
But I can’t control the weather
And she beats me whenever there’s rain.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
When we need saving most
How do our heroes rescue us?
Jesus had a bucket of apples
Which he multiplied and divided
Like third grade math.
Ninjas implement
More ostentatious magic
Like oil slicks or fading into the night.
Faulkner writes sentences
Readers could stand on
To unwrap our insecurities.
Eleven old men
Conspire to raise a nation
With the power of their feet.
But what about
Daily plugging the holes
Keeping the dam solid
Saving the city of our psyches
Constantly, consistently.
How do our heroes rescue us?
Jesus had a bucket of apples
Which he multiplied and divided
Like third grade math.
Ninjas implement
More ostentatious magic
Like oil slicks or fading into the night.
Faulkner writes sentences
Readers could stand on
To unwrap our insecurities.
Eleven old men
Conspire to raise a nation
With the power of their feet.
But what about
Daily plugging the holes
Keeping the dam solid
Saving the city of our psyches
Constantly, consistently.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
When I say
You mean the world
To me
I mean
I could pour you in a cup
And raise you to cheers
Or infuse you
In a curry
And enjoy
Your scent
Throughout the house.
If you were a flag,
I’d raise you everyday
And watch you wag in the wind.
I would put you
In a box
And fight off the crowds
Because your beauty
Could inspire riots.
But as it is
Today
I’ll be happy
To hold you in my arms
For a sunrise
Or sunset
Or any hour
In between.
You mean the world
To me
I mean
I could pour you in a cup
And raise you to cheers
Or infuse you
In a curry
And enjoy
Your scent
Throughout the house.
If you were a flag,
I’d raise you everyday
And watch you wag in the wind.
I would put you
In a box
And fight off the crowds
Because your beauty
Could inspire riots.
But as it is
Today
I’ll be happy
To hold you in my arms
For a sunrise
Or sunset
Or any hour
In between.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
The king had a parade
To celebrate his new look.
He had been so staid
His closet, a medieval nook.
He had the top tailor make haste
To update his taste.
Now he’s so cavalier
With 10 carats in his ear.
But the tailor had lied
The clothes were clear
(except the boxers, oh dear!)
Now by the king’s sanction, the tailor has died.
To celebrate his new look.
He had been so staid
His closet, a medieval nook.
He had the top tailor make haste
To update his taste.
Now he’s so cavalier
With 10 carats in his ear.
But the tailor had lied
The clothes were clear
(except the boxers, oh dear!)
Now by the king’s sanction, the tailor has died.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
The pretty little liars will never confess
They never knew Strasburg would be the best.
The sports halls are all a-twitter
Hoping for homeruns and no-hitters,
Security is at its height,
The TV crews turn on their lights.
The batters are all lined up
With their bats, helmets and cups,
Letting the first strike go by, not wanting to rush
But they keep checking their cleats a little too much
So wind up, pitcher, lower your cap
Make the first batter look like he’s swinging through sap.
They never knew Strasburg would be the best.
The sports halls are all a-twitter
Hoping for homeruns and no-hitters,
Security is at its height,
The TV crews turn on their lights.
The batters are all lined up
With their bats, helmets and cups,
Letting the first strike go by, not wanting to rush
But they keep checking their cleats a little too much
So wind up, pitcher, lower your cap
Make the first batter look like he’s swinging through sap.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Sometimes flying
Feels like
falling
Until you get your wings
Under you.
You just have to rush
Into practice.
Release
Your fear.
Your insides
Become
A gyroscope.
Then
You find
Facetime
With
Hangtime.
Feels like
fallingUntil you get your wings
Under you.
You just have to rush
Into practice.
Release
Your fear.
Your insides
Become
A gyroscope.
Then
You find
Facetime
With
Hangtime.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Limerick Friday #6
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Thursday, June 3, 2010
Thursday June 3, 2010
The blank sheet shines whitely.
Joyce didn’t have this problem.
Sometimes.
You gotta blow the lights out.
Recall the day,
Slashed as by a Griffin,
It spills in an instant
As if by accident.
Don’t rue it.
Build a memorial
By writing
A series
Of poems.
It’s never perfect.
But you can release it over time.
It might spread
Like oil
Across
A page;
An ocean.
There’s no penalty
For blogging.
Joyce didn’t have this problem.
Sometimes.
You gotta blow the lights out.
Recall the day,
Slashed as by a Griffin,
It spills in an instant
As if by accident.
Don’t rue it.
Build a memorial
By writing
A series
Of poems.
It’s never perfect.
But you can release it over time.
It might spread
Like oil
Across
A page;
An ocean.
There’s no penalty
For blogging.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Tuesday June 1, 2010
Growing up in a wonderland
of haystacks
And unguarded cows
It was hard not to be a tipper.
The recreation of the outside lands
Could suck you in like a sinkhole.
Then what? Hang with a squalid squad
Easily turning criminal?
Pushing big animals is small time.
I’ve always had bigger dreams.
To be supreme,
Zipping down the fast lane
To Chicago, New York,
The Clinton Library,
I’ll raid wherever they won’t have me.
These negotiations are above bovine crime,
It’s big bucks or bust for me.
of haystacksAnd unguarded cows
It was hard not to be a tipper.
The recreation of the outside lands
Could suck you in like a sinkhole.
Then what? Hang with a squalid squad
Easily turning criminal?
Pushing big animals is small time.
I’ve always had bigger dreams.
To be supreme,
Zipping down the fast lane
To Chicago, New York,
The Clinton Library,
I’ll raid wherever they won’t have me.
These negotiations are above bovine crime,
It’s big bucks or bust for me.
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