All Hail the Self-Appointed Chieftain of Poets on Medium

I would, but he blocked my rhymin’ ass

Limerick For A Sham Santa

With a nod to tight finances

Beer Truck Heaven

ashes to ashes, hops to dregs

I was once in Berlin…

I was once in Berlin or in Stuttgart or Wien
But you get the picture
On a grey afternoon seeing her made me swoon
At her…

Bean Bag (Babzsák)

a verse translation of a poem by Krisztina Tóth

’Twas a Fortnight before Christmas

The original is by Clement Clarke Moore; this one’s by me…

Oh, Wanda, my dear

Oh, Wanda, my dear
How long have I waited
For your cheeky demeanor
For your feminine touch…
Though it’s been, what, two decades?
And you’ve gotten much meaner
I won’t lie to you, Wanda
I want you very much

The Shotbird Story

Campfire Poetry