I don’t care

I used to care

what you think

but now I don’t.

Thought I would be

in despair

but I won’t.

What you think

is really not

a big deal.

What’s more important

is how I make

myself feel.

Life’s too short,

I can’t afford

to fret and worry.

I don’t care.

and I must say

I’m also not sorry.


The Author.  April 30. 2013.

Final entry for National Poetry Month! I am not sure what inspired this poem.  I was just writing as I go, which basically is also how I write just about all my poems.  I hope you enjoyed the poems as I enjoyed writing them.  I am glad it’s over though!


Hockey Playoffs!


The place is alive!


You can feel it



your being.


In waves it comes.

The smell of food.

Splashes of beer



Fast tempo music.

Rocking classics!

Team Jerseys.

Home-made signs.

“Crosby Sucks!”

“Ovie Rocks!”

Players’ beard


The Playoffs are here!



The Author.  April 29. 2013

Good Morning!

In they come, all three of them.

Is it that time yet?

I’m still fast asleep

in la la land.

but who cares?

Who cares that it is

Saturday morning

and only six o’clock?

Daddy! They shouted and jumped

on me.

Bringing me from the depths of sleep

to full awareness.

Oh no…please, a few more hours!

I beg to no avail.

My bed-turned-bouncer

is alive with jumping boys.

My room, a once quiet sanctity

is transformed into

a playground.

Good Morning!



The Author. April 28. 2013


I have travelled all around the world

So you could say I have seen it all.

Saw exquisite diamond rings

And the joy a baby brings.

On a rose a drop of dew,

Natural beauty, that is true.

But a woman to me, is the star

That outshines them all by far.


No matter what the size or shape

Color, class or even race.

A woman is so richly blessed

with beauty at its very best,

that can cause strong hearts to flutter

and eloquent men to even stutter.

Her body’s like Da Vinci’s art

or  music by the great Mozart.


It’s All A Conspiracy!

I believe in conspiracies,

replacing ‘facts’ with theories.

Did you know that Marilyn

was murdered by a drug king pin?

And MLK and JFK

was a hit by the CIA?


I am sure you know about Princess Di

If not just ask the FBI

I have a feeling that MJ

Was done in by the KKK

And if you think Elvis is dead

Someone needs to check your head.


How about Tupac and Biggie?

Maybe ask their friend P.Diddy

Someone out there knows something

Even who shot J R Ewing.

The Boston Blast were by two brothers?

Could be so but were there others?


Lance Armstrong’s moon landing wasn’t real.

I heard it from his brother, Neil.

And one more thing before I go,

Area 51 does have a UFO.

Open your eyes and you will see

that it’s all just a conspiracy.



The Author. April 26.2013



I was talking to Myself

about Himself

I said,  “You should take care of Yourself.”

Myself said Himself

“You don’t  love Yourself

because you think that’s being Self-ish.”

Sometimes Myself

Just keeps to Himself

Like stock on a shelf.

I can see Yourself

looking at Himself

While I talk to Myself.

“Are you mad at Yourself?”

I asked Myself

Shouldn’t he go and play with Himself?

So now Myself

Is off to play with Himself.

How about Yourself?



The Author  April 25th 2013

The Storm

As I lay in deep slumber,

oblivious to the distant thunder,

lightning pierces the darkened skies

but not the eyelids of my eyes.

Pitter patter goes the rain

drumming on my window pane,

and while the moon looks down and scowls

as if in pain the wind it howls.

The clouds as if in sympathy weep

but I miss it all for I’m fast asleep.



The Author.  April 24th 2013



Dying Laughing

If I die laughing

at your humor,

is it murder?

If my joke

splits my side,

and I die,

is it suicide?


In a world so sick

where laughter is lost

Kill me at all cost

If not, I will fall

on my own sharp wit

and impale on it.


Murder or suicide?

Your joke

or mine?

Either would be fine.

Laughing like a clown

as I leave the world.

Goodbye all.





The Poets’ Prayer

As I sit me down to write

I pray the Lord to see the light.

Let relevant ideas come to me

And let me write great poetry.

If the poems that I post

Are not liked the very most.

Let me take it all in stride.

Teach me not to run and hide.

Bless my computer and my pen

In your holy name, Amen.

The Author.  April 22.2013