Verse

Stories in verse form.

The Old Soldier

There is an old soldier named Flynn Who must wonder what trouble he’s in. Will there be repercussions For befriending the Russians? Or will Trump merely lie, wink, and grin?

Song of the Curmudgeon

You just have to know that I’m feeling low when the sun won’t shine and the stars don’t show. When the grass is brown and the tree is down and the prize ain’t mine and the circus left town. When the beer is warm and we have a storm and the temperature is nine and […]

Old Man on a Bench

Old Man on a Bench

The old man sits alone on the park bench, Knocking ashes out of his pipe onto the seat And looking over his left shoulder as if Waiting for someone special to show up. Except that he has no one special And even if he did they wouldn’t show up to see him. He knows that, […]

Dirty Limericks Must Go!

I’ve set myself a special goal. I want to clean up all the dirty limericks. I mean, really, it’s disgusting how many raunchy, distasteful, and totally useless bits of “poetic” trash there are out there. You’ve probably heard some yourself. Most people have, and my guess is that many of you can recite some of […]

Feeling Low

You just have to know that I’m feeling low when the sun won’t shine and the stars don’t show. When the grass is brown and the tree is down and the prize ain’t mine and the circus left town. When the beer is warm and we’ll have a storm and the temperature is nine and […]

Trees

The sunsome longer days Are warming frozen trees, The ancient steady rays Becoming nature’s keys Unlocking fluid flow Within Earth’s giant plants. When southern breezes blow These creatures start their dance Of botanic celebration. Subtle sweet beasts of green Anticipate without cerebration; Make beauty not knowing they are seen.

Affirmation

You wrote these lines for me. You placed them here, on this paper, years ago. Their ink glistened for an instant, moist from your warm pen, then dried forever, for me. The vibrant blue curves and loops, circles and hooks, are evidence of your existence, proof of my sanity. I loved you when you wrote […]

Men

In those days when each moment brought a fresh impression, a new opportunity to exercise analysis and judgment, there was an era when I served my apprenticeship in the craft of manhood. The strong and ancient compulsions of lust and desire, appetites and arousal, were easy to know though difficult to control. Instincts are the […]

Digital

Digitus meant finger to the Romans and gave us our word digit which means finger too, but as years went by became a word for number, since fingers count things (crudely but ably). It takes most of the digits of one hand to write numbers on paper or even letters for that matter – individual […]

Vaporizer

One sleepless night I had a dream About a shapeless beast. It had no head, no eyes, no tail, No teeth with which to feast. I heard it, though.  It drifted in Beneath my bolted door And whistled through the cracks between The boards upon my floor. I filled with fear.  My once-still room Now […]

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