Humor

  Don’t Get Caught The catfish and the trout hum different tunes, But both agree they love hot afternoons When...

  Pestilence Killed Them by James Sale The Pestilence killed them So the Proverb said, And with that happy thought...

  Cruising down an LA freeway, hustling for a little leeway Passing many a rusted relic from Detroit's Plutonian shore....

Note: The Society of Classical Poets refers to the COVID-19 coronavirus as the CCP virus because the Chinese Communist Party’s...

  Bill Butler made a shopping trip each Friday, to the town, Astride his silver bicycle he’d purchased for a...

by James A. Tweedie The form of the “brief” ordinarily consists of a couplet of anapestic tetrameter with the first...

  Carmen Cygni, a Retourne She holds the sickle and the scythe, Dark clothed and hooded, glimpse of white. A...

  Pearls of Wisdom in Times of Crisis by Susan Jarvis Bryant Pearl clutchers of the world, please take a...

  He has spent a shower of hours obtaining power and glowers from bigwigs in Ukraine--- he’d minimize the drama...

The Society of Classical Poets refers to the COVID-19 coronavirus as the CCP virus because the Chinese Communist Party’s coverup...

  The blind poet awakes and feels his way Into the living room, where light of day Will find his...

  for Mark F. Stone and all his pets The duck has special properties: Like water off its back; If...

  Candidatus Non Compos Mentis Joe lacks the humility To see the futility Of running for office While fighting senility....

  The Author He portrays a lonely figure In his cottage by the sea With his pencil and his paper...

  A Soliloquy on Modern Poetry  I write this, a soliloquy Regarding modern poetry. I don’t appreciate the terse Disheveled...

  "Save daylight!" spoke the powers-that-be, and everyone supined, except for Arizona, see, which steadfastly declined. Hawaii, too, and certain...

  Who is this finger-waving man--- this millionaire, this communist? Let’s think about him while we can, this grandpa with...

Wake-Up Call "Shoulda," "coulda," "woulda" and "whatever" Are telltales that evince velleity In speakers who most probably will never Instantiate...

  A Truly Perfect Love My fingertips caress your hair and I no longer have a care about what happens...

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQ6QuvFS068    

translations by Alan Steinle Translator's Note: This poem (“Tres cosas”) was originally written in Spanish by Baltasar del Alcázar (1525-1606)....

  To Whom It May Concern Who writes letters anymore, and in verse? I don't care whether you like it...

O, Where Is Love? by James A. Tweedie O, where is love? You’ll find it in the pain _That binds...

. Uncle Joe's Last Stand “Lying, dog-faced pony soldier!” Blurts out Biden, as he scolds her. Eyes unfocused, can’t walk...

  Bongo, bongo, bongo, I don’t wanna leave the Congo, Oh no, no, no, no, no! Bingle, bangle, bungle, I’m...

  The Park Northern pintails brushing blue, the crescendo of their wings, weaving windsong into words some say that, “Up...

A Child’s Winter Inventory Winter ‘87-’88 Twittering birds; Chattering teeth; Snow coats the trees In an icy sheath. Glittering snow,...

Bring On the Leeches A condition called aspergillosis, And a touch of marasmus as well, Was the surgeon’s succinct diagnosis....

Proverbs for Engraving onto Imperial Monuments War is the price of freedom. Depths bewilder. The blow aimed at the beast...

An English Ode That famous field where nodding poppies sway In sunlit grass, where souls of all the good Spend...

  A Letter to Sir Grammar Dear Sir Grammar: With all kindness and courtesy, may I request, A new package...

Praise for Fall You float in on a late September breeze with still-warm days and mild, cool nights in tow....

Mama My mama took two drinks a year; A shot glass down the gullet— Yet hated bars and abhorred beer....

  Et In Arcadia Ego Oh, that's it, Keko. Pass through. Go ahead. Just walk across my books without a...

Song at Sunset The sun sets ‘neath the mountain top: __A golden orb that blinks And just for seconds lights...

Grapes Peel me a grape But remove the seed I love the flesh But have no need Of hard encounters...

A Moving Experience We’re the Stooges Three—your moving company. If it ain’t broke before we tote, it soon enough will...

Von Sacher-Masoch’s Rebuttal to the Golden Rule If a brutal bash can bring one pleasure, one man’s lash is another...

  There's a legend that's told in the neighborhood pubs, In the smoke-filled gin joints and the posh country clubs,...

  Hark now to the yuppies’ anthem, And the lifestyle that it preaches— How we all reside on the chic...