December 1

In the Beginning Man Created God


In life it’s important to question

The assumptions we bring to our worlds

Beginning and ending within us

Man may bristle at the suggestion

Created when opinions are hurled

God, let’s reduce this uncivil fuss.


(A Bumper Sticker Poem)

Bumper Sticker Poems – a form I created, inspired by cento and golden shovel poetry, with the following guidelines:

  • Using a bumper sticker as inspiration use the words in the bumper sticker as the first word in each line of the poem
  • The theme of the poem may or may not have anything to do with the message of the sticker
  • Title should be the words of the bumper sticker
  • Should be rhymed
  • 9 syllable lines
  • Number of lines depends on number of words on the bumper sticker

October 21

Now where did I park that car?


Hope I find my car

This big concrete maze

Swallowed it

Cell phone of no use here

I may never find it


Hope I find my car

I’ll be here for days


Pressing lock a lot

Listening closely


Hope I find my car

Retracing my ways

Filled with hope

Hearing my horn honk

Following the sound


(A Cardinal Stanza)

October 19

Modern Convenience


The seat heat spoils me, no grief – modern convenience, I’m spoiled

Cold days and long days, a relief – on to a warm place, I’ve toiled

Not just for winter, a stress thief – great for long road trips, stress foiled

My Required option, even brief – I’ll always have it, I’m loyal.


(A Dabali Shairi Poem)

August 2

Vicious Cycle


This hamster wheel of steel needs attention

A look at the exhaust and suspension

Though I look under with apprehension

My goal is always breakdown prevention

This machine ensures my place in the race

That rat race I cannot fully embrace

Figuring out how to withdraw with grace

As I find the parts I need to replace

This great car gets me where I need to go

Through traffic and downpours and blowing snow

I know it will get me there tomorrow

I need the car to get to work, it’s true

I need to work to get the car, I knew

But it also lets me do what I want to do.


(An Arabian Sonnet)