Rhyme Of The Day
Various meanderings with a rhyme in there somewhere.
Friday, September 27, 2024
Skala Eresou
Wednesday, June 19, 2024
Unproven
Theories? I got a million. Just ask my wife.
At this point she’s listened to them for most of her life.
Evidence? Yeah I do have some. But as for full proof,
It’s often just out of reach, somewhere up on the roof,
Like a squirrel that chatters and taunts me - hey, are you sure?
Unproven conjectures are teasers that I must endure!
Tuesday, June 18, 2024
Ultraviolet
I understand that birds and bees
See ultraviolet frequencies.
I cannot say the same for me -
I must make do with normal colors.
The bees may say my vision’s duller,
But let them buzz about - just let them!
I’m still happy with our spectrum!
Monday, June 17, 2024
Vocab of the Bard
One of the puzzles about Shakespeare, that playwright from the past,
Is that his vocabulary appears to have been truly vast,
Including technical terms from different arts and trades.
How could so much learning be displayed
When he hadn’t really spent much time in school?
My guess is he studied while sitting on a stool
At local taverns - that his brain somehow stored
Material most people would have ignored.

Wednesday, June 12, 2024
I Often Think
Friday, June 07, 2024
Cost
Rich and powerful people, dragged through the dirt,
Hauled before judges, haughty but hurt,
Some of them seem like their souls are just lost.
The money sounds good... but what was the cost?
Thursday, April 04, 2024
Cardinal
I inquired of a cardinal,
What’s with the red?
Wouldn’t camouflage brown
Be safer instead?
He pondered it briefly
And breezily said:
My breed’s really not
The cowering kind.
We like to stand out,
Easy to find,
Ready to fight
If you’ve trouble in mind,
And let me just add
That the females I know
Are very selective
In choosing a beaux,
But seem rather fond
Of a feathery show.
Sphinx
You might think that by now the Sphinx
Would have sunk into the sand,
But it sits and never slinks,
Never scratches, never blinks,
Looking out across the land,
As some ancient sculptor planned.
Holding Holiness
They build churches
To hold holiness,
But then we worship
Things measureless,
And uncontainable.
Still… sometimes attainable.
The song of a bird at sunset,
As the evening star pokes through the blue,
It will not stay, and yet,
It plucks a string in you,
No words, all feel,
Just real.
Rabbit Stew
When we were kids, my father thought it was funny
To claim that he would catch the Easter Bunny,
And make a rabbit stew - a tasty way
To celebrate a happy holiday.
When Sunday came, he’d say the news was grim -
The bunny had again outsmarted him,
First stopping by our house with candy and eggs,
Then hopping over the trap with nimble legs!