death and resurrection (aka: not the man I used to be)
Somewhat inspired by being reminded about the ‘Ship of Theseus’ this morning… with, perhaps, a hint of Easter spirit still at play in the last minute re-titling… a quickly jotted ‘first draft’… Posted while I am still feeling myself!: Death and Resurrection I’m no longer the man I used to beThere’s thirty trillion reasons whyFor […]
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 […]
’tis the season for treeson
Ok, so I may have missed ‘Bonfire night’ this year, but every night is a bonfire night fueled by humanity’s endless vanity …and ceaseless stupidity! “The Milky Way contains an estimated 100 billion to 400 billion stars…” That’s quite a wide range and even at the low end sounds like a lot…but, for those who […]
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 […]