December 29, 2022

And I Die…Don’t Cry

If by a bear I’m attacked

On a gorgeous out and back

And I die…Don’t cry

If on the open road practicing skills

On my motorcycle for ultimate thrills

And I die…Don’t cry

If walking on a path through the woods

And an old tree and a breeze do me in good

And I die…Don’t cry

If playing around in a river’s water white

Filled with adrenaline and delight

I die… Don’t cry

If on my snowboard I hit the wrong edge

And careen off a steep ledge

And I die…Don’t cry

If bike, boat, boots or board was a part

of the stopping of my heart

When I Die… Don’t Cry

Take comfort that I was in my happy place

and would’ve chosen no other time and space

So I died? Don’t Cry!

But if while sitting in an office chair

In the foul blue glow of computer glare

I die…then, then you may cry.

December 5

The Nation that Destroys its Soil Destroys Itself


The root of life is beneath our feet

Nation building from pebbles and rocks

That form humanity’s foundation

Destroys illusion that we’re complete

Its bits of dust are the building blocks

Soil equalizes expectations

Destroys notions of superiority

Itself leveling all authority


(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

November 4

Bored is Not in My Vocabulary


Teach some students with a whiteboard

Sharpen my skills on a chessboard

Can’t be bored


Challenge my fears on a surfboard

Tour calm lakes on a paddleboard

Won’t be bored


Earn a degree and a mortarboard

Write a new poem on the keyboard

Can’t be bored


Memorize the guitar fretboard

With friends throw darts at the dartboard

Won’t be bored


Maybe I’ll learn to skateboard

Finally learn to jump my snowboard

What is bored?


(A Poem inspired by the Compound Word Verse. Modified the form)

October 31

Hurts Costumed as Lesson

Lesson as Costumed Hurts


Hurt, mysterious, scary

Bundled scars, pain wrapped

Holding tears

Pressed tightly

Gifts bestowed with shrugs of


Of shrugs with bestowed gifts

Tightly pressed tears

Holding wrapped pain

Scars bundled

Scary, mysterious hurt


(A Palindrome Poem)


(A Mirrored Poem)

October 26



It was a year ago today

I said goodbye to you

Dear cat

I just didn’t know what to say

Somehow I think you knew

Smart cat


Your spunky presence filled the room

And filled my heart as well


The fifteen years ended too soon

So hard to say farewell

Tears streak


(A Memento Poem)

October 23



Vulnerable core suddenly exposed

Simply amazing how little it takes

When your heart breaks is it the sad that leaves?

Does the happy spill out when your heart breaks?


Does bursting with happiness feel the same

As breaking with sorrow when the heart grieves?

Does the happy spill out when your heart breaks?

When your heart breaks is it the sad that leaves?


Just how can a person know the difference

Between happy pains and the anguished aches?

When your heart breaks is it the sad that leaves?

Does the happy spill out when your heart breaks?


(A Mirrored Refrain)

October 1

Not a Spectator Sport


Life is this pink and blue treat ball

Upon first glance does not enthrall

Just sitting there not giving

Needing you to do the living

You need to act to get rewards

Life’s waiting to be explored

Live to the fullest, risk the fall

Get all you can from this treat ball


(An Octelle Poem)

September 26

Fearful Cocoon of Ego


Monarch butterfly floats

Flower to flower, over trees

Around leafy branches, between grass blades.

With feet on solid earth I watch afraid

I will never know gliding on the breeze.

But what if I devote

Time spent fearing to a mindful crusade

Each heartache a flower, I see

The plight as antidote.

In lieu of fear promote

Discomforts as a force esprit

All feelings as weightless escapade.


A Bragi Poem inspired by Pema Chodron’s following words from The Places that Scare You:

Although we have the potential to experience the freedom of a butterfly, we mysteriously prefer the small and fearful cocoon of ego.”

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)