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Signifying Nothing

The political muse has been known to infuse me with verses both sharp and satirical. When conditions are right, I can scale a new height and my doggerel borders on lyrical. When I’m feeling ambitious, my brain gets malicious and sets me more modest parameters. So there’s nothing to do but to open a brew [...]

Reuse, Recycle, Repeat.

I rack my brains for something new. Do I repeat myself?¬† I do! My mind’s not like that Whitman dude’s. I’m small, contain no multitudes.

Doggerel Bard

From the days of Edmund Spenser To the era of Millay, Great poets wrote in rhyming verse, Which then became pass√©. As the moderns have discovered, When you write of timeless love, You’ve run clean out of rhyme words After using up “above!” A sing-song verse now ranks among The worst poetic sins. But a [...]

An Ephemeral Rhyme

“I’ve forged a creation more lasting than bronze,” Said the poet whose odes had gone viral In the town on the Tiber when nothing was Cyber And writing was mostly papyral. But modern-day e-authors write in the Cloud, Where trillions of memes must compete, Where verses can claim half a second of fame And are [...]

Confession of a Doggerel Bard

With diligence, hard work and time This half-baked rhyme could be sublime. It might compare with Wordsworth’s best Or Byron, Keats and all the rest. Millay and Frost it might surpass And even kick Walt Whitman’s grass! With hours of labor (that’s the key) It might gain immortality! But I’m a lazy S.O.B.

A Rhymester’s Lament

For seventeen years I’ve been doggedly rhyming. I’ve worked on perfecting my rhythm and timing. I’ve written in anapests, iambs and trochees For various readers from scholars to Okies! I’ve memorized Seuss for his wit and his beat. I’ve sat at Shel Silverstein’s metrical feet! I’ve tried to be clever and sometimes profound. And what [...]