Thursday, April 26, 2012


A blatant knock-off of 
who grapples with the despair and pain of his life.
My name is Thomas.

My domain is shadows in the sunlight.  Each day I wake to the same tedium.

I fell empty, forgotten on the floor.

I sleep for myself and no one else. My caretakers ignore me.

Yet occasionally they taunt me mercilessly.

I will seek revenge by weaving around their feet as they stand at the top of the stairs.

I am surrounded by morons.  How can they be this obtuse?

I alone feel this torment.

I punish them by sleeping in their precious flowers.

I am free to go and I defend my turf against vagrants such as squirrels and crows.

A trash-talking rogue named Jet attempted to invade, but I quickly overpowered him.

I seek refuge from this life of ennui in random abandoned containers.

Yet still I am empty.

Existence is painful.  We cannot escape ourselves.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

NATIONAL POETRY MONTH & Poem in Your Pocket Day

The idea is simple: select a poem you love during National Poetry Month then carry it with you on Poem In Your Pocket Day, sharing it with co-workers, family, and friends.

Celebrate on April 26, 2012.

Here are a few from me. 
But first one from Dorothy Parker:

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,

A medley of extemporanea; 

And love is a thing that can never go wrong; 
And I am Marie of Romania.


Now mine:


Sylvia Stephanie
Dressed all in organdy
Ribbons of taffeta
Color of burgundy.
Scrubbed ‘til her freckles
Shown bright in the sun.

Sent to a party
In shoes stiff and shiny
With hankie all lacey
In velvet purse tiny
“Don’t muss your clothes, Dear,
And have lots of fun.”

The party was, “Stupid.”
The same tailless donkey
Same cake and ice cream.
Boys acting like monkeys
Pulled on her ribbons.
But still she was good.

Then on the way home
She stopped by a willow tree
Hung up her ribbons
Took off the organdy
Shed patent leathers
And stomped in the mud.



I must admit that you are popular.
They say you’ve got a lot of class.
But if all you want is to wrestle in the dark.
Honey, you can kiss my foot.



Not a hair of your head shall be lost
When you’re lifted up at the last day.
That is not what worries me most.
Will these pounds of butter all stay?



I lost my coat.
I borrowed one,
But it was red.
I hate wearing red.
I wore it to the store,
And on my way
I tripped on the sidewalk.
While I sat on the curb
A dog mistook me
For a fire hydrant.
I hate wearing red.


So look up and print out your favorite poem
here are some good ones
and carry it in your pocket tomorrow.


This is the Cheshire Cat.
I met him on my morning walk

Sunday, April 22, 2012


Have you ever wondered why---
•  does a toaster have a smoking charcoal setting
•  don't we ever hear about a psychic winning the lottery
•  didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes
•  it doesn't gross us out to eat chicken embryos that come from a hen's butt
   --or to drink the excretions of a cow's mammary glands
•  a dog gets angry when you blow on his face but he loves to ride in a car with his head out the window
•  brain cells die but fat cells are forever
•  the sun makes our hair light and our skin dark
•  there is a light in your fridge and not in your freezer (but there is a light in your big freezer)
•  does mineral water that has "trickled through the mountains for centuries"  have a 'sell by' date
•  we are IN a movie but ON television

If you are still there please enjoy my grandchildrens' concert.

Mom and kids and strings last year.

 This year taller
Still practicing
Getting better all the time
I may be prejudice but they sound superb
With even more talent waiting to be discovered
Daddy time