all the violent people
A quickly penned draft lyric that I imagined being sung to a well-known Lennon & McCartney tune… Annie McCardle (All the Violent People) Old Annie McCardlelies in ICU just after her handbag was snatchedWho will they catch?Cops say likely no one the mugger was wearing a hoodThey were up to no good All the violent […]
‘He’ that raises our voices
With Easter approaching, and as the crisis in the Middle East persists, here I bring to the table a periodically influenced prayer… If we cannot heal the world, then at least let us have our helium… who’d have thought it was so useful! 🙂 (First draft 02/04/26) He That Raises Our Voices(Prayer 2026) He that […]
thoughtless gods | when our intelligence exceeds our wisdom (again)
Inspired by a Youtube link to some thoughts about AI from one of Google’s former senior execs. and author of ‘Scary Smart:The Future of Artificial intelligence’ — Mo Gawdat:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I39UoIGTptc Thoughtless gods We humans are so good at proudly inventingThings that might well kill us allFor our intelligence exceeds our wisdomAnd we forget ‘pride comes before […]
a quick glance in the mirror
I shouldn’t have looked… (based on a true story); another poem on the topic of the shock of aging: A Quick Glance in the Mirror… Who is that in the mirror?I’ll swear it isn’t meSurely I’m younger, better-lookingWith a smile that needs no dentistry Mine can’t be that wizened visageSkin like bark on an old […]
campfire: the muse visits again come the equinox
PRIMAVER(S)A: Curiously, in previous years the Spring Equinox seems to have signaled the muse to pay one of her random, and recently all-too-occasional, visits… 2026 (so far a rather unproductive year) now seemingly proving not to be a complete exception as this strange, short verse insisted on being birthed, (probably at least partially inspired by […]
dish of the day | early spring poem
The Muse has been hibernating, but a splash of spring-like weather this morning seems to have caused her to open at least one-eye… I think she must have been peckish too Dish of the Day Just as the air seems sublimely seasonedWith the staccato-singing of small birdsSo, too, the grass is pleasantly peppered withThe piquancy […]
what the dickens…
a poem I wrote some years ago — as of posting this in 2025 (probably around three decades, in fact!) in a moment of desire to try to work in various Dickensian references (more-or-less :D)… it took a little research and I still have to read several of Dicken’s opuses referred to in the rhyme… […]
the dire old duke of york
a attempt at a tongue-in-cheek poem about a particular, and seemingly/allegedly rather distasteful, example of British ‘pompousness’ and ‘circumstances’… written a few days before Mr. Mountbatten Windsor was not only de-duke but also ex-princed… NOTE: this item might include exaggeration (in respect of number of teens) and slight underestimation (in respect of number of teddy […]
on the bench
I took ‘time out’ to jot a poem that tries to make a judgement about what a poet could be hoping might be the case should a park bench in memoriam of him/her be provided for the public to use… this effort was the benchmark for poems written in October 2025… 😉 On the Bench […]
catching an idea
a poem inspired by a quote from David Lynch. Lynch who passed away in January 2025 was (as Wikipedia states) an esteemed “American filmmaker, producer, actor, painter, and musician. He is widely regarded as one of the greatest and most influential filmmakers in the history of cinema, with his films often characterized by a distinctive […]