Category Archives: Poetry

Forgotten Gold

“Far over misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold.”

~ J.R.R. Tolkien

Elfje: Cinquain
too loud
a low roar
hear the big bang
Tanka: 5 x 7 x 5 , 7 x 7
do the very best
walking the straight and narrow
to be a nice soul
to find a way to heaven
when it can be here on earth


politically correct has ruined the word “special”
giving value to even the devil
whatever happened to the majority rules
do politicians believe that we all are fools

isn’t just being nice multiculturally sensitive
there is always someone offended by the inoffensive
are the ignorant and stupid narrow-minded
what about the unfortunate who are just absentminded

are four letter words beginning with the letter f just slang
spoken not with a whimper but just one loud bang
was it a snide remark or just an innuendo
a false promise similar to a government pronunciamento

conversing socially has become like taking a quiz
it’s hard to be politically correct when you tell it like it is

ME and The Boss

I Was Young

“O friend unseen, unborn, unknown,
Student of our sweet English tongue,
Read out my words at night, alone:
I was a poet, I was young.
Since I can never see your face,
And never shake you by the hand,
I send my soul through time and space
To greet you. You will understand.”

~ James Elroy Flecker

Elfje: Cinquain
say hi
face to face
we bow to you
Lune: 5,3,5
to you we salute
a true friend
who thinks of others

dark clouds forecast the coming of winter
the chill and morning mist do linger
man and beast fight to survive
a constant battle to stay alive

family and friends gather to celebrate life
sharing problems helps reduce the strife
the blazing fire keeps the spirits high
a thanksgiving feast ending with pumpkin pie

the grand matriarch spells tales of the seasons
the loving Gods above are the real reasons
children gather around to learn the lore
from the many lessons gained in times of yore

generation after generation the convening goes on
hopefully to continue long after we are gone
do your part to make the past become better
create a legacy whose lives are an open letter

ME and the Boss




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