As little girls we are given pretty little dolls to play with in order to nurture our natural motherly instincts. Sometimes the dolls would cry, perhaps even wee their tiny plastic diapers. We would nurse them with bottles that magically refilled themselves, feed them with plastic food that never had to be prepared, and bathe them without fuss. Best of all, when we were tired of playing Mommy, we simply put baby down for...
Why do I some days not want to go outside?Why do I curl into a ball not able to move?Why do I some days desire to run and hide?Why do I choose to withdraw not improve?Why do I seem forever stuck deep in a rut? Why do I dwell upon the negative things?Why do I choose not to kick my own butt?Why do I not see the positives life brings?Why do I tremble constantly deep within? Why do I never feel warmth, only coldness?Why do I...
Some are short Some are long Some turn left Some turn right Some lead up a hillSome lead down Some appear bright Some appear dark Some lead straight throughSome lead to dead ends Some must be back trackedSome must be re-traveled Some take us where we desire to beSome take us places earlier been Some guide through a mazeSome guide round in circles Some lead to another junctionSome lead to only confusion Some meant not to b...
Recollections On the road moving at a hurried pace, Big blade mounted on the front. Peering into the dark, smile on my face. Tires gripping hard, with a grunt. From the sky fluffy flakes, Gently floating all around. Possibly without any breaks, Finally settling on the ground. Diamonds sparkling on night air, Moving quickly no time to waste. Before me into the night I stare, Pleasure for my mind to taste. Clearing roads of...
Spectacular is the only word that can describe the view from the plane window flying into Jackson Hole, Wyoming. One gets fearful as the Grand Tetons appear as though they will scrape the bottom of the plane at any second. One ponders whether at any moment the airline will play some documentary soundtrack to fit the experience; something with drums and trumpets. This, of course, presupposes that you are one of those fortu...
Beneath the ground you are alone completely by yourself. In an urn you simply chill on your wife’s closet shelf. Before they put you in the soil you pray for absolution. After you’re a London Broil you could be air pollution. The remnant of your buried form is ghostly and ethereal. The remnants of your cremated one can be spread on breakfast cereal. Underneath in sealed concrete you simply fade and rot. Cooked above you s...
I want to teach my dog,Some tricks that are new,Like sit, fetch and heel,As a dog’s expected to do.But after many hours,Things are not going good,For despite all my efforts,She won’t do as she should.She can’t fetch to save her life,And it’s just a little ball,But instead of carrying it back,She’ll just let it slip and fall.My nerves are starting to fray,It seems that I’ll never win,Far from concerned with her failures,Sh...
The wife surveyed the closet and let out a sigh.With a roll of her eyes, she said, “Why, my dear, why?”How many knit shirts could one man possibly need?Ten? Twenty? More, perchance...but eighty-four? Indeed! Perhaps she’d miscounted, or made some such error.Eighty-four to one, shirts shouldn’t outnumber wearer!An absurd state of affairs, it just could not last —His copious wardrobe would leave the thrifty aghast. The tall...
Above the mundane mortal plane in which most men survive, there soars an anointed regal clan that’s guaranteed to thrive. A group that eats the finest foods whenever it fêtes and dines. A crowd that wears the finest clothes and drinks the finest wines. A clan that goes in private jets on fun-filled world hops. A bunch that pockets billions, all by playing Credit Default Swaps. They are the investment bankers that some loa...
The wife surveyed the closet and let out a sigh. How many knit shirts could one man possibly need? Ten? Twenty? More, perchance...but eighty-four? Indeed! With a roll of her eyes, she said, “Why, my dear, why?” Perhaps she’d miscounted, or made some such error. She'd count again, careful not to be distracted; If the tally stood, a freeze must be enacted. Eighty-four to one, shirts shouldn’t outnumber wearer! This absurd s...
Many a debonair doctor takes his girlfriends out to eat. Doctor Lechter invites them in and tries to eat their feet. Raising a child is difficult and can take many tracks. Lizzy Borden’s derailed parents took their forty whacks. A playful, furry loving dog can pick one’s spirits up. But “Son of Sam” killed victims on the orders of a pup. Most would tell a friend in pain to take an aspirin pill. Jeffery Dahmer treated frie...
One often hears it uttered that “a stitch in time saves nine.” And then a knowing nod ensues implying all is fine. But I for one have never been a booster of that quote. I’ve pondered exactly what it means with a bit of a skeptical note. First of all, what’s being stitched? A shirt, a dress, a shin? What works well on an old sock might not do well with skin. “And who is doing the stitching?” is a question that I ask. For...
I often was thinking about slowly sinking as I became older and weak. I always was wary that old age was scary because I would mumble and leak. I’d sit and I’d cry feeling that I would die and that no one was there who would care. I’d groan and I’d sigh when in my poor mind’s eye I’d be found in my stained underwear. The years they did pass and I got real bad gas and my end time would slowly grow closer. I lost all my hai...
“There is nothing to fear but fear itself.” I’ve heard this many times. And as far as I know, this Roosevelt quote has not been explored much in rhymes. Now I admit that the line sounds great, profound and deep yet terse. But let’s take a calming, deep slow breath and proceed with some thoughtful verse. Consider a crocodile chewing your leg. It would definitely make a loud crunch. And I think it would be safe to say it wo...
