Today the bulbous bonehead’s a “savant”!
Some Aussie outfit’s certified him thus.
What more could such a dull pretender want?
Idiocy becomes imperious! 96 more words
7 hours, 5 minutes ago
As if a pianist who just plays one song,
I have for life a narrow repertoire
that I have wanted to expand for long
to not repeat myself but venture far, 79 more words
1 day, 2 hours ago
Oeuvres de Ronsard
I must have been feeling a little acrimonious when I penned this one. I’m still trying to decide whether To Verse, Or Free Verse. I think there can be a time and place for both. 352 more words
2 days, 2 hours ago
I wake; Orbison omniscient on mind.
Only the lonely can suffer truly.
Why do masks prevail, and thus unseemly,
denying us what we know from behind? 74 more words
2 days, 3 hours ago
Itchy and Scratchy
Mark Shea is working overtime to see
That Hillary, that baby-killing witch,
Will be the empress she has longed to be:
He’s happy to be Mrs. 92 more words
Telebrium - Writings, Thoughts, and Other Things
How could I have not have known that I gave
my heart away upon what I might save,
that blissful token of my mind,
so many questions fill me from inside. 48 more words
2 days, 6 hours ago