Pat D’Amico: 2002 Porsche Carrera 4S
Thunder? An airplane?
Some strange cosmic quirk?
No, just my neighbor
Leaving for work.
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John Cooper: Woe is who?
Taking on the persona
Of victim and martyr
The eventual story
Made him persona non grata.
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Tonia Kalouria: Boomer’s Lament
What once was tried, trusted and true,
now is trite, time-worn and through.
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Russel Winick: Advice
For hasty remarks you might have to mend fences,
So here’s what wise folks recommend:
Give careful regard to adverse consequences,
Before you decide to push “Send.”
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Pat D’Amico: Dogs And Cats
A dog wants to go and will jump in your car–
Just happy to be any place that you are.
A cat, though, disdains all such canine gyrations
And never will travel without reservations.
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Damian Balassone: Cycles
Little children imitate
adults who intimidate.
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L. A. Mereoie: Galloping Consumption
An MFH (no, not the Quorn)
Whose name I daren’t unmask
With gin-drenched wits would drink his horn
Then try to blow his flask.
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Richard Fleming: BBQ
The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled.
The barbecue was ruined
So we ate the boy instead.
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Damian Balassone: Pierrot
His wretched life is deemed a pantomime
by those decreeing love to be a crime.
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Steven Kent: Perspective
A woman may a goddess be,
Yet she alone can't spot it;
A man whose failings only he
Can't see thinks, "I've still got it!"
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David Mitchell: Fouc, No
The most cited scholar
is one, Michel Foucault,
but what the fouc he’s on about
I simply do not know.
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Bruce Bennett: Locksley Hall Updated
I looked into the future far as human eye could scry,
And what was it I saw there? Nothing, nothing, but AI!
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Bruce McGuffin: Walking The Lake District
I’ve seen so many styles of stiles
While hiking through these windswept miles,
The sky above, the grass below,
With now and then a sheep for show.
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A. M. Juster: Hot Water
Trapped lobsters eat their weak and lame.
Trapped politicians do the same.
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Jerome Betts: Pie in The Sky
One for sorrow
Two for joy . . .
Domed nest of sticks
To house their chicks.
