Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Out of Season, But Oh Well

Oh give me a home
That was made by a gnome
And the veneer is made out of clay.
Where coffee is brewed
And the Vikings are booed
From the start to the end of each day.
Home, home in Green Bay
Where the wonderful Packers all play
Where coffee is brewed
and the Vikings are booed
From the start to the end of each day.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

"On History" or "A Warble of Cynicism"

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. -George Santayana
This little quote nettles and scrapes on my ear.
It's clarification without making clear.
It lays at the feet of poor memory the blame
For humans persistently flubbing the game.


We'll see what we like in the past to allow
Our foolishness freedom to rule in the now.
Knowledge is nothing when virtue is weak,
Just used to excuse all the pleasures we seek.
We do stupid things, not because we don't know,
But 'cause we are stupid, persistently slow.
We hope that the sin of the past is now fine
And try it again, so we end up cryin'.
Knowledge does nothing to combat stubborn selfishness and willful sin.
Ignorance can be a great blessing.
Some lift up education as a solution to all problems.
Knowledge is not wisdom.
Wisdom is the ugly stepchild of our age.
Who wants it?
This is an age of fake chrome and pine trim.
And I should know.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Rocking Chair Stare

Over yonder sits my wife
Rocking gently in a chair.
Cause we're married now, for life,
Think I'll take some time to stare.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Town Ball

Out in Miesville
They play baseball
Mighty Mudhens
Dressed in white.
From the grandstand
Out past right field
Stretch the corn fields
Out of sight.

That's three outs.

When the batter
Hits a foul ball,
See the kids run
Out the gate.
There's cash money
For the quickest,
Double quarters,
Fifty cents.
Out of pocket
Pays the lady,
Running low now.
Now she's out.

That's three outs.
Score: 2-0
Go Mudhens!

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Not Winter

It's really not winter, I'm happy to say,
Except maybe further down south.
Up here by Canada it's pretty warm,
No clouds blowing out of my mouth.
The air is quite sticky and lacking in snow
There's ice, but only in freezers.
And nobody's drinking hot chocolate these days,
Preferring those cool lemon squeezers.
So leave off the mittens and put on the shorts
For summer is here and it's kickin'
We'll fire up the grill on the back patio
And eat us some steak and some chicken.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Done Cookin?

"Baby done cookin?" the little boy said,
Wanting to meet the young bump.
"Not for a while yet" the stylist replied,
Laughing to feel her bump jump.
The baby was growing and stretching his arms
Getting all chubby, preparing his charms.
The baby's still cookin', but near draws the day
When "changing" will be de rigeur.
The baby's still cooking for that is his way,
But he's coming quite soon I am sure.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Dreams for Soon

A house in a town in a region with hills
And a landscape well broken with trees
Is a dream that I hold for a future not far
And I'm hoping my Dearest to please.
Her fondness for plains is as yet undetected
And "wind-swept" is far from her mind.
But cute little forests in Autumn ravines
Are the scenes found more keen by her kind.
And so I will search for a cute little house
'Midst a country which she will find grand.
We and our child will then settle therein
And happily live hand in hand.

Monday, June 14, 2010


Ahh, dear cupcake,
I long for you
Like a Canadian in summer
Desperate for hockey,
Like dust on top of a cupboard
Aching for a dust cloth,
Like a junkie moth
Addicted to the flame,
Like a series of addled similes
Longing for expression.
Come to me; I beckon thee.
Don't just stand there!
Oh dearest one, please!!!
For the love of Pete,
Would someone please pass me the cupcake?

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Golden Summer

It will be a "golden summer"
If the sun decides to shine,
If the clouds roll back
And give the light a chance.

It will be a "golden summer"
If the moisture packs her bags,
If the rainclouds head out East
For just a spell.

But days for quite awhile now
Have labored under moisture,
With sunshine living elsewhere,
Wondering where the warmth went,
Wishing for the summer.

Thursday, June 10, 2010


The bridge is closed for traffic.
No one goes over. 

They say that it's too dangerous.
Someone might get hurt.

But bridges are always dangerous.
They connect us to others.

The Bad Attitude Ant

There was an angry ant,
Resentful of his work,
Who went about with blazing eyes
And acted like a jerk.
He barked at passers-by
And shot them nasty looks.
He went into the library
And made marks in the books.
And when the sun went down,
The wind swept down the street
Hunting for the angry ant
To have a meet and greet.
“You nasty little brute.
You whiny so and so.
You’re not a grouchy amateur,
But a grouchy pro.”

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Just Plain Crazy

I'm sitting in a classroom
With Luth'rans all around.
Outside the rain is falling
Watering the ground.
A canister of coffee
Is sitting by my side.
Presently the day begins
A whoopin', holla time!

Saturday, June 5, 2010

The Unbearable Chirpness of Birdies

Birds are imbued
With hammer and chisel
To peck at the temples
Of those who are near.
Noise is a constant
For budgies are talkers
Hamm'ring my head
Their chisels like spears.
Simile glut?
Poetically loose?
Perhaps it is so
And that's what I fear,
But jackhammer birds
And the aching they cause me
Get in my head
And summon up tears.
Gah, they're obnoxious!
Never relenting,
Chirping as if
They've got deep-seated fears
Of losing their voices,
Descending to muteness,
And so they chirp on
With incessant jeers.

Friday, June 4, 2010


While pondering droplets of new-fallen rain,
The red-breasted sparrow showed open disdain.
"Nary a seed nor a nibble to gain.
I shall wing elsewhere today."

Wednesday, June 2, 2010


The number pi is
Twenty-two over seven
Or three point one four.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


Dropping pie on floor
Breaks the heart of the heartless.
But dog doesn't mind.