Posts in category "poetry"
Wednesdays are wonderful. Except when thunderful.
Author’s note: This morning in my garden I came upon a bunch of crocuses (pictured above). Their beauty took me by surprise. Breathtaking. Angelic. They seemed to be breaking out in song. And I thought about a boy choir from London that I had seen on Channel 11, Libera. The 32 boys in the... Read more »
Yesterday I was driving north on Pulaski Road on my way to play pinochle at my aunt’s. When I caught a glimpse of a store sign I’ve noticed many times before in passing. ” Paco’s Tacos”. It got me thinking. Now there’s a good rhyme or reason for a post. How many others could... Read more »
(Perceptive commenter ‘jnorto’ wondered after reading my last post—”A Juggernaut Approaches from the North, or It Can’t Be Winter Yet”— whether there was another rhyme for ‘polar vortex’) Weather words once esoteric, E.g. the polar vortex, Are said as casually by us As by the wonks, geeks, or techs.
Note: The following came about after reading “The road to ending insomnia—and writer’s block, too” by Margaret Serious. I have a case of writer’s block And there is nothing I can do. The minutes tick off on the clock. I have a case of writer’s block. This psychological gridlock Will not let any thought... Read more »
(Inspired by ChicagoNow Blogger Margaret Serious. Specifically by her post “Some Curious Things about the Word ‘Curious’”) There once was a curious curate Who suffered from what is called Tourette. It made his flock nervous When at Sunday service He’d curse Father, Son, and the Spirit.
For those who struggle day to day, man Or woman mark this> PolySci 101 for every layman: Never trust a politician making multimillions who finds a tax haven on the Isalnds of the Cayman.
“I love a Hebrew National hot dog with an ice-cold Corona. No lime. If the phone rings, I can’t answer until I’m done.” [Maya Angelou] Some relish the legs of a frog With a chardonnay as a prologue. But Miss Angelou Liked a Mexican brew, Hold the lime, with a kosher hot dog.
It was 98 years ago today that one of the fiercest, bloodiest battles of World War I was fought: The First Battle of the Somme. It was trench warfare. And France was the battleground. The trenches stretched across France from northwest to the Swiss border. The First Battle of the Somme would drag on for... Read more »
The wind can be gentle, A lover’s caress. The wind can turn violent, A madman, no less. It can whisper softly. At times, can be still. And then, for no reason, In rage, it can kill.