Poem 26: In honor of Arbor Day and National Pretzel Day

Pretzel shapes

Pretzel shapes are varied

Like knots, or twists or loops

The baker decides upon the form

From the pretzel dough he scoops

Nature usually shapes the  trees

Based upon the type

Unless mankind interfers

with his usual hype.

He grafts a twig  upon a trunk

Intending to create

Something never seen before

But hopes it will be great.

Branch graft
Branch graft


Poem 23: Shakespeare’s Birthday

William Shakespeare (believed to be born on 23 April 1564 – 23 April 1616


Happy Birthday to the Bard

We really can’t send you a birthday card

Your rhymes are better and more renowned

Than the rhymes, I’ve read on the cards I’ve found.

Why do rhymes today sound so trite?

Is it the modern way that we write?

Our vocabulary may have gone astray

by using emojis to mean what we say.

Is an emoji worth a thousand words?

The very thought seems so absurd.

We couldn’t use an emoji to write a sonnet

even if we stumbled upon it.

Guest blogger: JeanMarie Olivieri

JeanMarie posted this gem on her blog.  Click here to read the entire article, Dear Diary.

junk drawer


A place for everything ̶
everything in its place ̶
everything else in the junk drawer.

A tidy home is not the same
as a clean home. I know
where everything is;
just don’t look close at my floor.

Everything has a purpose
except the quarter inch of plastic
I found on the floor one day.
It might be a screw,
but it has grippers on it,
although it’s too small to hold a picture.
The hole on top
is for an allen wrench
if I had one that small.

Where did it come from?
What does it do?
Can I afford to toss it away?
These unanswerable questions
keep it in my drawer.

Poem 17: Red, White and Blue Ridge

Barboursville Mansion 20200415
Barboursville Ruins.  Designed by Thomas Jefferson for Governor Barbour.  Burned down on Christmas Day,  1884.  Legend says that the family, realizing that they could not save the mansion, finished their Christmas dinner on the lawn as the mansion burned.

Redbrick ruins front

White snow in April flocking

Blue Ridge Mountain peaks


Man’s reign lasts longer

Then the ephemeral snow

Mountains survive both.


Poem 8: To Anna Anderson

anastastia and anna anderson
Anastasia (l) and Anna Anderson (r)

Anastasia was your name

bringing you haphazard fame

without proof to back your claim

Then,  rumors were put to rest

With the results of the DNA test

No longer can anyone cotest

Little girls still like your story

 Their favorite princess allegory.

Mahan grave in the UVA Graveyard
The Manahan Grave Marker at the UVA Cemetery in Charlottesville, VA.  Anna Anderson was not buried here–her bones are at Castle Seeon.

Anna Anderson was the most famous of the many women claiming to be the Grand  Duchess Anastasia of Russia.  She eventually married an eccentric professor near Charlottesville, Virginia.  Her memorial is at the University of Virginia graveyard.  Her ashes were buried in the churchyard at Castle Seeon on 18 June 1984.

Click here to read more about Anna Anderson.

Poem 7: April 7 is National Beer and National No Housework Day

Since I don’t like beer, where I write beer–for me think wine….

I think I’ll start the day with beer

So there will be no cleaning here

Once I fill that mug with brew

My daily chores will be all through

Today will have no pain and sorrow

They can’t return until tomorrow

Carpe diem is what I say

Raise your mug and seize the day.

Poem 4–Winter’s Delaying Tactics

Old Man Winter doesn’t know when to leave;

His long nails are caught  in Spring’s lacy sleeve.

Despite her March winds, his grip won’t let  go,

His delaying tactics make her progress too slow.

The flowers are blooming, new green on the trees

But the temperatures still fall with each Wintry sneeze.

Temps rise each week  to a new average high.

But at least once a week, we  shiver and sigh

Let Go, Old Man Winter!  Please just say Good Bye!



Tomorrow is the Start of National Poetry Month

National Poetry Month was inaugurated by the Academy of American Poets in April 1996.

Things you can do to celebrate National Poetry Month (suggestions from the Academy of American Poets)

My recommendation (and one I will once again try to accomplish), write a poem a day.writer with quill pen

Some will be better

Some will be worse

But no one will know

‘Til you write the danged verse



The brighter, lighter side of social distancing….

The rebel fish

Went for a short walk yesterday during the lockdown.
We’re allowed a walk.
Heard this shouting from a couple of streets over.
People are even more annoying than usual, I find…
Theres a six feet exclusion zone now.
Great. Now I have to let people get closer to me than ever.
It’s usually 15 or 20 feet.’Pauline’ he shouted. Again. Again.
Is it his dogs name? Who calls their dog Pauline?. 
Paulie?  Mollie?
Has he lost his young daughter?
The noise seemed to be getting further away, says my wife.
That’s because we’re walking, I said.
He didn’t stop.
We took a turn,up a hill. Suddenly out of an alley a young man sprang out.
Looked like he climbed out of a chimney 100 years ago.
We stopped walking,feeling threatened, our exclusion zone was down to 20 feet..
He stopped and stared straight at us.
‘Have you seen a…

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Today is World Poetry Day–March 21

magnetic fridge poetryWorld Poetry Day was declared by UNESCO in 1999. Each year, UNESCO meets and focuses on some particular poet and his or her works. Often, the spotlight is cast on poetry written in a minority or even rare and endangered language. Poetry recitals and similar events may also be held in various countries in recognition of the day.


Have you read a poem that touched your heart

Or almost tore your soul apart?

Moved you to tears or made you think

Raised your courage or had it shrink?

Brightened you day or darkened your night

Leaving you shivering in abject fright.

If it made an impact, and you know it

Please remember to thank the poet.

It’s a great precursor for April which is Poetry Month.

Did you know that there was an  American Poetry Museum in Washington, DC?

  • It’s at 716 Monroe St NE #25th, Washington, DC 20017
  • Hours are Tuesday and Thursday, 5-8 PM and Saturday and Sunday, 10-4.

The American Poetry Museum (APM) is dedicated to celebrating poetry, promoting literacy, fostering meaningful dialogue, encouraging an appreciation for the diversity of the American experience, and educating local, national, and international audiences through the presentation, preservation and interpretation of American poetry.

Founded in 2004, APM is one of the first museums in the world dedicated to collecting, interpreting and presenting American poetry. We are committed to the continuation of poetry as a literary and performance art and the use of poetry as an active tool for education.