Monthly Archives: February 2018

749 Such lucky sons 2-26-17

“Such a cook your Mother is!” gushed Adam to his sons. “You should be so lucky to find so good, (once we figure out where to look!)” Eve stood at her end of her table, blushing behind her vail, her … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Leave a comment

748 An Apple Pie for Adam 2-23-18 (go to word search)

“Oye! Such a cook my wife is!” gushed Adam to Eve as she cleared the glass dishes from their dining room table. “… and such wonderful pie! Fresh baked for Sabbath, yet! So, tell me. What did you name the … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Leave a comment

747 Just Passing Through 2-16-18

From birth, we are but visitors on Earth. Guests of Mother Nature and Father God, constrained by their iron bands of hospitality and rational laws to do, first, no harm, but, rather, to walk, arm-in-arm with our brother and sister, … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Leave a comment

746 Real Estate Lesson 2-14-28 (see search box)

When I was a kid, the quaint, old colonial down at the corner of my street went up for sale, the former owners having moved on up to a better place in the sky and their progeny possessing no interest … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Leave a comment

745 Only what’s in it for me, counts 2-12-18 (see word search box)

It is our Christian Duty to feed the hungry, so, I feed birds. A lot less trouble than feeding hungry humans! God forbid! They may congregate at my door! Row on row of rabble, expecting more and more! Where-as birds … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Leave a comment

744 On a Wilmington Street 2-11-18

Would I pass by a friendly passer-by who smiled, first, at me and, when I tipped my hat, she dropped her eyes, coquettishly, looked back up to smile again at me, a glance, this time with more significance in her … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Leave a comment

743 So little left 2-2-18

Using the kitchen faucet running full blast with hot water and a dollop of Dove to wash a single cereal bowl clean of remaining milk and Cherrios while racing off to rid the bladder of a psychosomatically induced need to … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Leave a comment

742 What I’d love to do. 2-2-18

Only everything: To suck your milk from your breasts; to lick the last drops from your nipples; to surf with my lips on the waves of your comings; to savor your womans tart taste on my tongue; to search the … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Leave a comment

741 Prepositional repositioning…. 1-2-18

I’m 69!!! How I’ve loved that number! But… I can’t get it up like I could before… I can’t get it in like I could before… but, I still can get it on, because, thank God, my wife is open … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Leave a comment

740 Revelation 6:3 Rumors of War 1-31-18

Like the clock works like clock work. Comes around to the time when Mars arises from His bed and leaves behind His last wars dead and the sergeant grunts from his canvas cot and shoves his squad to the killing … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Leave a comment