Instead of another reality show
Where half-naked people live in the wood
A show where people make huge pillow forts
Would do us a whole lot of good.
Tag Archives: Life
Hard Times Make Good Complainers… Good Complainers Make Good Comedy
Say what you will about hard times and such
But I am certain about this much:
When everything’s bad, we have more variety
Of things to go off on when we lose our sobriety.
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Rainy Parking Lot
Little drops of ocean sky
Fall upon my Honda’s hood.
I am warm and dry inside,
Content and sleepy. Life is good.
The raindrops play their glassy drum;
None of them would e’er predict
The mayhem that my wiper blades
Will, on their zen, so soon inflict.
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The Superbowl… Biden Vs. Trump… Yeah, We’re In A Loop
The groundhog saw his shadow
And the Summer’s coming soon.
Now we have another choice:
Giant meteor or typhoon?
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A Winter Drive Haiku
Twinkling blacktop ice
Gleams like diamonds. I turn right
But my car goes left.
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This Poem Was Written In Real Time…
The waitress took our order
With a smile on her face
And then apparently decided
To desert the human race.
More than half an hour later
We’ve killed a pitcher of beer.
Our senses are still present
Though the help has disappeared.
It’s midnight at the bar,
Then it’s one here at the grill.
Our belly’s good and empty
But our hope is holding still.
We’re waiting on our sandwich
And it’s 2025,
And the chef has just confirmed
That the waitress is alive.
My beard is grey, my hair is gone,
I drool and shift and snore…
Then the waitress comes out smiling
And she says “Five minutes more.”
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Ski Weekends
We’ve got our boots and fresh white snow.
We’re in the car and off we go!
We’re gonna ski until the sun
Is dark, we’re cold, and then we’re done.
We’re going to slide across the ice
First left, then right, a swish, a slice,
Until we say “I’ve got this, ace!”
That’s when we’ll fall right on our face.
We’re wet and weak, our feet are sore.
We cannot ski a minute more.
We’re in the car, a happy mess
And that’s how we define success.
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“Daily” Travesty… That Was A Joke
I am in a cabin
Eating French fries with my wife.
Poetry is great and all
But then again so is my life.
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High Resolutions
New year, new you?
You do that too?
So that makes two
Of us. Who knew!
New year, new me
Is how I see
My future will be
Until January 3.
Then new year’s old
Or so I’m told
So I’ll put on hold
My plans so bold.
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The Daily Travesty 