Category Archives: Poems

Happy are they for whom vocation is avocation., who neither strain nor toil, rather who play in peace in the fields of the world, who take no vacation for they feel no fatigue, know no drudgery- only quest and the … Continue reading →

Russian Grand Master, Nicholas Russelimo, played 10 games at a time in Washington Square Park. If he lost, he’d give his opponent a buck. If he won, the guy gave him a buck. If they played to a draw, no … Continue reading →

….or as Hamlet says, “Words, words, words.” There was a time, Shakespeare’s, actually, when The Virgin was called “silly”, when a man who desired men was called “faggot”. Then “silly” evolved to “special” and “faggot” became “gay” and if you … Continue reading →

DAMN! I just spilled blueberry juice on my white henley at breakfast. That’s it! The shirt is ruined. Never gonna get that stain out. It’s doomed to be a “work ‘n sweat-shirt” for the rest of its life. But then … Continue reading →

“Ho-Hum. Ho-Hum, twiddle Our thumbs… How boring is perfection. How tedious the monotony of eternity…” Sure, it was a crap-shoot. But They were getting fidgety! After They were done, They said, “It is good – enough for now. But not … Continue reading →

I do not know where Mother is, nor Father, (given him)! I do not know where three boys I taught in school before they went to war to die – are. Nor do I know where PJ is, that promising … Continue reading →

No gossemer dream is too rickety, too fragile, too frayed, to shreded-a-spider-web wafting in a wind-going-down. Until it comes true. Only then, when it becomes a thing we can clutch, as we can grasp the twig tossed in the tempest … Continue reading →

All a feather needs to believe: the Wind which blows knows where it goes.

Lancelot could have come a lot in Camelot had he wished to, but that virgin paladin made himself live up to some pristine illusion created by his delusion, thus leaving Guenievere salivating over him and never giving Arthur the chance … Continue reading →

I got bones in my fingers. I got bones in the back of my hands! I got tunes in my toes. And my eyesight’s not to bad! I can stroll down the street keeping to my happy beat. And when … Continue reading →