"If you love me,"Replied the deity,"Forget me."Tear down the houses of worship.Silence your endless prayers."Be good to others.Make the world a better place, in however small a way."And do it allWithout expectation of eternal reward,Or fear of eternal punishment."
Category: Poetry
Whether or Not
(A hero's journey) Author's Note: This is a form of poetry that, to the best of my knowledge, I invented. I call them Scramble Poems. Full rules are below, but basically, every word can be made only of the letters in the title of the poem. Enter then ... The nether The nowhere ... No … Continue reading Whether or Not
Shell Hunting
Author's Note: This is a form of poetry that, to the best of my knowledge, I invented. I call them Scramble Poems. Full rules are below, but basically, every word can be made only of the letters in the title of the poem. Lush hills Suni inlet ... Lithe gulls Sing n lunge Hustle n … Continue reading Shell Hunting
The Deviled Egg
(Hells' Menu) Author's Note: This is a form of poetry that, to the best of my knowledge, I invented. I call them Scramble Poems. Full rules are below, but basically, every word can be made only of the letters in the title of the poem. Heed! ... Devil diet gide: Eel gil Eegle heel Leggie … Continue reading The Deviled Egg
Not Betty White (a haiku)
Author's Note: I don't generally use profanity in my writing, especially in the more refined genre of poetry. It's usually not necessary, and often lazy. But sometimes the right word is the curse word. No, not Betty White! God-damned twenty twenty-one: Fuck you twelve trillion.
Rancid World
Author's Note: Another Scramble Poem, which I'm pretty sure I invented. Full rules are below, but basically, every word can be made only of the letters in the title of the poem. I hope some creative readers will take on the challenge of creating and sharing their own Scramble Poems. World war did dawn World … Continue reading Rancid World
Climbers Anew
(Swallowtail Butterflies) Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a form of poetry that, to the best of my knowledge, I invented. I call them Scramble Poems. Full rules are below, but basically, every word can be made only of the letters in the title of the poem. Limber climbers Climb lime n lemin … Continue reading Climbers Anew
Because
Author's Note: One of my many professional stops along the way was as a middle school teacher. I was a poor fit in a less-then-stellar school, and only lasted two years before walking away. But I felt this, as I believe all teachers do. I encounter, each day, Scores of young adults, Thirteen, fourteen, or … Continue reading Because
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