Category Archives: Poems

I’ve grown to love these lazy days of luxuriating under the sheets, of watching, through lace curtain windows, as the sun brightens our world and EZ-Breeze porch, of breakfasts at lunch time, of leisurely drives to our spot on the … Continue reading →

The Cardinal and his Lady sup together every evening, but take their seed from different feeders, as well they should. For they pass their days together in hectic flight, from limb to branch with hawks in sight. Yet each bares … Continue reading →

I’m not a pampered princess rendered rest-less by a pea. But I believe a hospital bed should be as comfy as it can be. Coincidentally, I ” almost-slept” in one last night. A cardiac-false-alarm-fright where all turned out alright. (certainly … Continue reading →

My dad was mad, most of his lives… at governments and at wives but then The Wall fell and he married his forth, ( his last) a good one, for him, and she lasted, and the sun came out and … Continue reading →

He feared the dark depths where monsters lurked. He feared the roiling waves cresting toward the beach. He feared the winds of Autumnal storms. How could any swimmer survive that terrifying chaos? What else could he do but rest on … Continue reading →

The day Jesus woke in His tomb Is like the day my Grand Daughter birthed from her womb. On that day, all the meanings of my years before changed for ever more. All my future days changed in all ways. … Continue reading →

Oh! How romantic! Rating farts at midnight-late on a scale of 1 to 10! Chuckling whether “That One!” was a 7.5 or 8. Or at 5A.M. (the rubrics subject, now, quite flexible, though the readiness is all…) but the need … Continue reading →

As I’ve grown olderly I’ve found a new sport: Sitting Still. Yep! But though my wife encourages me to play it enthusiastically, (given my age…) sitting still is a contact sport and compared to all the other sports I’ve managed … Continue reading →

Come to by living my life, my belief in Divine, ultimately benevolent, intent and some kind of conscious continuation after my time’s-run-out, natural, built in obsolescence reaches the point of dust, is not some polemic, so old it has nearly … Continue reading →

The Grandson, a lumbering, knuckle dragging, football playing lummox, sought to establish his place in the patrio-logical line by challenging his Grand Father to an arm wrestling match. The young fellow sweetened the offer by including a ten dollar bet … Continue reading →