Sunday, April 30, 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 24 thru 30

Day 24

They said he was ferocious,
with big sharp claws,
and gnarly teeth.
He took out two
of my men
before he latched
onto my throat.
We should've known
better than to mess
with that rabbit.
Run away, run away.

Day 25

runs quickly
inside the house
trying to escape him,
but he catches her, again.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Day 17 - 22

Day 17

Step lightly, young deer
through the dark
a branch breaks,
you see me.
Were it light, you'd stay,
but I cannot see you,
quickly you jump,
leaping away,
leaping away.
Last spring,
were the fawn,
playful, dancing,
so close, I
could almost touch them,
but you,
keeping a close eye,
and I understand.
Teaching them
to be cautious,
to listen, to see,
to leap away.
Leap away.

Portmanteaus (Day 18)

Have you seen them?
I've'nt, have you?
I have not seen them either,
what will we do?

We could start by looking
where we saw them last,
but it will be a long journey,
they came from the past.

So why come now?
What did they say?
I've'nt a clue, and
now they've gone away.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Day 16

Dear me,
How the hell have you been?
I've been thinking about you.
Are you still looking for a new job?
What about women, anything new?
I thought you were going to start
exercising more, lose a little weight.
What about going back to school,
weren't you going to take a few classes?
Anyway, I just wanted to catch up,
we should get together soon.
I really think we should talk.
We're not getting any younger
and there is a lot that needs to be done.
Don't you agree?

NaPoWriMo Day 14 & 15

Clerihew (Day 14)

Oh that Lizzy Borden,
born on a July morning,
always sharpening her axe.
I wonder what she plans to do with that?

NaPoWriMo Day 11 - 13

Bop (Day 11)

So colorful,
the eggs lie
on the ground.
But how do
we get them all?
So many to be found.

Hippity-hop, bippity-bop.

Maybe if we
had a basket.
Yes, that's what
we could use.
Our problems
would be solved,
not one egg
would we lose.

Monday, April 10, 2017

NaPoWriMo - Day 10

And if he not a man
as much as he be,
would I have turned out
as well as he raised me?

Arms of steel, he worked
his fingers to the bone
We didn't have much, but we
had food, clothing, and a home.

And as I grew up,
and then moved away,
he'd come around and teach me,
even to this day.

One night tragedy struck,
he became very ill,
but he has a lot of fight,
a lot of perseverance and will.

So now we sit and talk,
and he says life's not half bad,
“I guess neither is mine,
especially since you're my Dad.”

WLM 4/10/17

Sunday, April 9, 2017

NaPoWriMo week 2

Day 8

The train whistle blows,
drowning out,
as down the track it goes.

When it reaches a station,
it signals loud,
the intention to reach its destination.

With passenger or package,
the train clacks along,
clack, clack, clang.

Whether day or night,
you know when its near,
even when out of sight.

Sigh (Day 8)

Oh, this pie is delicious

After such a lovely meal

Ohh, but let's call it a night

I just want to rest, but

Ohhh, you have other plans, right?

Ohhhh, don't start, I have to get up by five

Ohhhhh, you know just how to touch me

You make me feel so alive

NaPoWriMo Week 1

Day 1 

And so it
needles and
All year
we wait,
it seems so
your heart,
the hardest
It's alright
if you do,
even if you
You can,
if you want,
but surely

I won't.

Recipe for wonder (Day 2)

Take one 19 year old male,
one 17 year old female.
Sprinkle with young love,
throw in a dash of lust.

Shake well,
and an ounce of fun,
a few beers,
and the backseat of a car.

Lightening strikes,
hold tight.
Bake for nine months,
a seven pound baby girl.

But like an egg,
the relationship separates.
She says she is not yours,
you've no reason not to believe.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017

April is National Poetry Month. I always enjoy taking the time, each day in April, to jot down a few new poems. I will be following the prompts on 
I am a few days behind, but I will catch up. For day 5, here is a poem about nature.

As I round the bend, I know I am almost home.
Soft pines hang along the roadside,
while rock hard mountains reach for the sky.

In the spring they are covered in green,
in the fall they wear a much more vibrant coat,
and of course during winter they shiver in white.

The bridges that stretch out along the Hudson
offer easy passageway to either side.
I've crossed them thousands of times on my journeys.

The smell of the upstate air is a bit sweeter,
not heavy like the city, nor salty like the shore.
It seems to fit in place, a warm compliment.

Whether driving, flying, or arriving by train,
the ground beneath can be giving in some spots,
hard in others, but always solid and welcoming.

The night sky is one of my favorites.
I see Orion's belt, I see my sign; Taurus,
and I imagine the battle to protect the Seven Sisters.

Maybe I don't think about it everyday,
maybe because it is too familiar, but when I stop,
I don't have to think; my senses tell me I'm home.

WLM 4/5/17

Sunday, January 8, 2017

Where Have All the Ronis Gone?

Growing up as a kid, we used to enjoy a plethora of Ronis. There was Rice-A-Roni, Beefaroni, pepperoni... the list goes on and on. But where did they all go? It seems that everyone now is either a vegan, gluten-free, or just plain opposed to roni supplements added to their diets. The madness must stop.

Sure, you can search the grocery store aisles for these products, but damned if you'll find them. Perhaps, if you are lucky enough, or conniving enough, you can sneak behind the scenes. You may be able to find an old dented can, with Chef Boyardee's face on it, rolling around under a shelving unit. Maybe you can find an open box of Rice-A-Roni, that the mice have been picking at for years, back in the dark corners of a deserted warehouse.

I've invited some guests here today to speak out against this atrocity.

"Peppa, would you like to come up and say a few words?"
"My name is actually, Peppa Pig, not Peppa Roni."
"Well, your agent told me that you were looking for work. You're free to leave if you want, or you can come up here, read the cards that were given to you when you walked in the door, and collect your paycheck. Otherwise, you can leave right now and not get paid."
"Okay. Just let me get my reading glasses."
"Thank you."

"Yes, I see a hand in the back. Sir, do you have something to say?"
A gentleman in the back row stands up, "Ayyy."

"Oh, Mr. Fonzaroni, I didn't know you were going to be here."
"Whoa," he says as he sits back down.

Anyway, if you love roni, as much as I do, make a New Year's resolution that you can keep; seek out and consume roni!
And remember kids, Rice-A-Roni is the San Fransisco treat, but you don't have to be from California to enjoy it.

Please join us next week when we discuss You'll Never Find Another Pasta Like Mine; Prince Spaghetti Day VS. San Giorgio: the Great Spaghetti in a Great Spaghetti Town.

Saturday, December 31, 2016

Take a Shot

The sidewalk in front of the post office was speckled with frozen bits of ice. The outside walls were still decorated with wreaths and snow blanketed the lawn. The journey up the steps never seemed so long. Not because it was cold out or that I had any trouble negotiating them, but because of the paper I held in my hand.
It was my last submission for this year.
I milled around the lobby looking for an appropriate envelope. Finally, after about 10 minutes, I asked the clerk. I held up an envelope and asked how much it would be to send it. $22, she replied. I just wanted an envelope and regular delivery, so she pointed me in the proper direction.
I wrote my address in the top left hand corner, then proceeded to address it to Boyds Mills Press in Honesdale, PA. Boyds Mills Press publishes children's books. The magazine, Highlights, is also part of their publishing family.
After I finished addressing the envelope, I walked up to the counter, handed it to the clerk, paid the postage, and then watched as she carefully placed it on a shelf to be swept away some time later. I could barely breathe as I thanked her, turned around, and walked outside.
The cold air hit my lungs and after a few deep breaths I was feeling a little more at ease. Obviously, the hope of any writer is to become published, but putting your work out there to be judged and critiqued can be trying.
I am glad I sent it out. The worst thing that could happen is that it gets rejected and I get a form letter stating that fact. If that happens, I can just put it in the pile with the other rejection letters. If my work passes the test and it is to be published, then of course it was worth it.
We miss 100% of the shots we don't take. So say goodbye to 2016, you can cherish your memories, but it is time to look forward. If you want to make a resolution for 2017, let it be this; take a shot.
Happy New Year!

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Silently, I Sleep Not

And it seemed so different,
that night, though early,
in the morning

I'd never seen a bag,
move so swiftly,
as it did

With speed, and velocity
one sitting in the drive,
the other met up

In the street it sat,
still, as it waited, and I
looked upon them

They both sat there,
waiting, and then one
danced away, out of sight

I moved cautiously,
alone in the dark,
she had vanished

But then I caught a glimpse,
briefly, 'til I realized
I was the one, lurking

The shadows held my light,
but briefly, silently,
and I was not alone

The sound from the plastic roof,
rippled and ran, rapidly.
Never ending in this wind

And as I thought,
I wondered what their thoughts were,
of me

And I closed my eyes,
turned, and saw
more eyes, staring back at me

A light flickered,
and immersed,
and I wondered, why?

For I was not alone,
that night, with my thoughts,
the wind, some fear?

I sank back into the shadows
the bags seemingly met,
time we shall all depart

And as I extinguished
my cigarette, they moaned
and moved away

I not knowing, what they thought
gathered my own,
and moved back inside

WLM 3/30/15

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Sunday, November 20, 2016


If you haven't heard of Grace VanderWaal yet, you will soon enough. She won America's Got Talent this past year and now she has an album scheduled to be released on Dec. 2nd.

So what's the big deal?
Maybe it is the fact that she plays the ukelele, not an instrument played by many modern musicians.
Maybe it is the fact that she writes her own music. In fact, during every round of AGT, Grace performed a new original song each time.
Maybe it is the simple fact that she has a unique voice, she is musically talented, and she is a gifted songwriter.
And oh yeah, she is only 12.

If you listen to her perform, you'd never guess she is so young. On the bright side, it looks like she is just beginning her new found career, and fans will get the privilege of enjoying her music for many years to come.

On a personal note, I was lucky enough to see Grace perform live. It was in July, during an open mic night, at a coffee shop, not far from her hometown of Suffern, NY. I went with my sister and two nieces, who are around Grace's age. After her performance, she was gracious enough to sign an autograph for each of them and take a picture with them.
To me, it seems like seeing The Beatles before they became famous enough to play at Wembley Stadium. She is very talented, humble, and appreciative of her new found success.

If you are already a fan of Grace's, you've seen her website and YouTube channel. If not, just follow these links.

YouTube: Oh Never mind it's just me/ Grace VanderWaal


If you go to Grace's website you can pre-order her new album, due out Dec. 2nd; Perfectly Imperfect. As a bonus, if you pre-order, you will instantly receive the song that made her famous; I Don't Know My Name.

Just like many of her fans, I am looking forward to her first album, and also seeing what the future holds in store. Good luck Grace!

Friday, May 27, 2016

Ticket Master

If you used Ticket Master between 1999 and 2013 you may be entitled to receive compensation, from a class action lawsuit, due to Ticket Master charging excessive processing and delivery charges. The compensation is in the form of a credit on your Ticket Master account, $2.25 per transaction, up to 17 transactions. The credits can only be stacked twice when redeemed. There are other credits for delivery fees, and free tickets, but the free tickets will only be distributed on a first come, first served basis if less than 9% of the credits each year, over a 4 year period, are used.
Bottom line, Ticket Master may owe you a few dollars, but it is probably not something you will never collect on. The case alleged that TM was charging too much for the processing fees, which were essentially profit centers for the company. At the time fees were as low as $4 per transaction. My question is, if they were found guilty of charging too much then, how are they getting away with charging over $20 fee per ticket now?
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Wednesday, April 27, 2016

PAD 2016 - Part 3

Day 21 -
She scares me,
but I'm too little
to do anything
about it.

Why won't
just leave me alone?

Just let me play
with my toys,
she buried all
of hers.

It's not my fault.
Can't she be nice,
just for one day?

Day 22 - Home

The robin who builds his nest
in the tree outside my door.
The one tulip that bloomed,
I guess the deer ate the rest.

Kids playing baseball,
behind the fence between the yards.
The groundhog that scurries off,
at even the slightest sound I make.

A dozen feral cats, at least a dozen,
they come and go as they please.
I cut down all the brush,
picked up all the trash from winter.

I hope the woodpeckers are still hungry,
enough to visit as much,
even though the town cut down some
of the trees they used to feast upon.

In the front, a small patch of grass,
sidewalks and the main road through town.
It can get busy, especially in the summer,
Cars, bikes, people visiting the Catskills.

I like to watch people sit at the light
because they don't know where the sensor lies.
I should put up a sign, but like other things,
around the house, I just haven't gotten around to it.

The house needs some work, I want to spruce her up,
but I enjoy my surroundings immensely.
My old dependable van parked in the driveway,
I have everything I need right here.

Some new windows and siding,
will do the place good.
The trees, the animals, the quite serenity; 
my own little slice of heaven on earth.