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|Tuesday, December 10th, 2013|
It's time for good-byes, as we go our own ways;
Alas, I don't care what your people would say,
So as my good wishes I offer to you,
I'll do it the way that self-righteous folk do.
|Thursday, May 24th, 2012|
|In honor of the World's Finest Doughnut, and a True Story
A few days ago, there was up in the sky
A treat for those folk who, more lucky than I,
Around the Pacific's broad rim could be found
That moment the light of our sun was turned down.
Now, make no mistake, it was still to be seen;
The moon, though, its glow and our globe lay between,
Right there at the middle, so forming a ring --
The shadows, they say, were the oddest of things.
I thought it a shame that I couldn't be there,
That great golden ring and those shadows to share;
I find myself, though, now preferring my fate --
Today there's a Spalding's eclipsing my plate!
|Tuesday, December 6th, 2011|
|Other people's choices
I read Yahoo today, oh boy,
About a minivan got in a trade;
Though for a house that's kind of sad,
Still, I just had to clap --
I see just where she's at.
She chose the van before a car
Worth so much more than it, some called it strange.
A crowd of people posted jeers,
Just wanting to be cruel,
But Corvettes are only cool,
And that won't get the kids to school.
(Subject matter courtesy of filkertom
|Tuesday, April 21st, 2009|
Burped out by the force of posts by annathepiper
I'm a new bouzouki, long and lean.
Pear-shaped my body, paired ev'ry string.
When I feel your fingers, hear me sing,
And through my music your soul will ring.
|Thursday, March 27th, 2008|
|On Making My Child Do Homework
Like trees, your kids, you have to grow 'em,
Like branches, limbs, and veins like phloem;
As up they go, you think you know 'em --
Until they snap
And spill their sap
When forced to face a poem!
|Tuesday, February 6th, 2007|
|Winter sartorial advice
If you go out in the cold today,
Wear gloves and a scarf and hat.
"I'll only be there a sec," you say,
But skin'll freeze just like that.
And cells that freeze have crystals of ice
That cut their membranes -- isn't that nice?
And when they thaw
You may experience
(ttto "Teddy Bears' Picnic")
|Friday, June 2nd, 2006|
|A Saturday in May
Each year, our Scout troop helps place flags on the graves at nearby Camp Nelson's military cemetary on the Saturday before Memorial Day. This year, while we were doing so, "In Flanders Field" ran mangled through my mind, and came out so:
(with apologies to Lt Col John McCrae)
This day in May, by morning's glow,
We see the stones fill, row by row,
Camp Nelson's fields, where, when they die,
So many heroes come to lie,
And where we learn the debt we owe.
As country called, they'd bravely go
From those they loved, who loved them so;
The torch they passed we still hold high,
This day in May.
No more their battle with the foe,
So here our gratitude we show
By naming each as we walk by,
And on each grave a flag we fly
That waves as gentle breezes blow,
This day in May.