I was walking and saw a homeless man sitting on the street.His shirt and pants were in pretty bad shape, like the unlaced shoes on his feet.He was filthy and he was smelly and he looked like a potential threat.My impulse was to get as far away as I could get.I didn’t know what his story was. I’d never think to ask.I didn’t want to hear some rant or possibly be taken to task.But as I stared his eyes met mine, and I felt th...

Three Sundays hence I’m on MEDICARE, this Sunday I’m depressed. Once that milestone comes to pass all hope is put to rest. For now at this late stage in life it almost certainly seems that I shall never realize my glorious cherished dreams. I’ll never be a baseball player, or find a cure for cancer. I’ll never be a movie star or a graceful ballet dancer. I won’t become an astronaut who walks in outer space, or drive a tri...

My love for you is so profoundI often lay upon the groundwrithing there in overwhelming passion.I want to kiss your eyes and hips,caress your nose and slurp your lipssuccumbing to my boundless sexual attraction.I yearn to lick some salty sweatand know that you have no regretas we both squeeze our torsos like constrictors.I hope to see you beam and smileas you amaze and I beguileclad only in my polka-dotted knickers.I long...

I was crass and crude to say that having tons of money could lift one’s soul to wondrous heights and make one’s spirits sunny.I thought a bit about the sadness of that flippant poem, about a life without a wife, a life lived all alone. For waking up and seeing sun light up a lover’s face, and sleeping all night in the grasp of a tender, warm embrace, and feeling soft lips touch your own with a fine good-morning kiss, and...

The greatest gift for anyone is a loving husband or wife. Nothing is more precious during a person’s life. It’s true that riches are nice to have for material things can be sweet. But the heavenly touch of a lover and mate makes an empty soul complete. Yet if the riches are great enough, like over ten million or such, then interest alone can forever pay for a pro to provide that touch. And if some of the wealth is investe...

Above the mundane mortal plane in which most men survive, there soars an anointed regal clan that’s guaranteed to thrive. A group that eats the finest foods whenever it fêtes and dines. A crowd that wears the finest clothes and drinks the finest wines. A clan that goes in private jets on fun-filled world hops. A bunch that pockets billions, all by playing Credit Default Swaps. They are the investment bankers that some loa...

My fingertips caress your hair and I no longer have a care about what happens in this mortal plane. You lay there close to me in bed and then I gently touch your head and you surrender love to me again. I feel your tongue from your soft kiss and on your face I see your bliss from being gently fondled and caressed. I look at your adoring eyes. You emit soft loving sighs. I always knew that Poodles were the best.

Many a debonair doctor takes his girlfriends out to eat. Doctor Lechter invites them in and tries to eat their feet. Raising a child is difficult and can take many tracks. Lizzy Borden’s derailed parents took their forty whacks. A playful, furry loving dog can pick one’s spirits up. But “Son of Sam” killed victims on the orders of a pup. Most would tell a friend in pain to take an aspirin pill. Jeffery Dahmer treated frie...

One often hears it uttered that “a stitch in time saves nine.” And then a knowing nod ensues implying all is fine. But I for one have never been a booster of that quote. I’ve pondered exactly what it means with a bit of a skeptical note. First of all, what’s being stitched? A shirt, a dress, a shin? What works well on an old sock might not do well with skin. “And who is doing the stitching?” is a question that I ask. For...

I often was thinking about slowly sinking as I became older and weak. I always was wary that old age was scary because I would mumble and leak. I’d sit and I’d cry feeling that I would die and that no one was there who would care. I’d groan and I’d sigh when in my poor mind’s eye I’d be found in my stained underwear. The years they did pass and I got real bad gas and my end time would slowly grow closer. I lost all my hai...

One content with a simple place, who lives their life with a touch of grace, one who looks beneath the skin and truly sees the spirit within, one not driven by material gain who strives to lessen others’ pain, one that must save when they can but still will share with a poorer man, one that’s quick to give a smile but when seeking truth does take a while, such a person is well worth seeing. They are a special human being.

“There is nothing to fear but fear itself.” I’ve heard this many times. And as far as I know, this Roosevelt quote has not been explored much in rhymes. Now I admit that the line sounds great, profound and deep yet terse. But let’s take a calming, deep slow breath and proceed with some thoughtful verse. Consider a crocodile chewing your leg. It would definitely make a loud crunch. And I think it would be safe to say it wo...

“It is better to travel in hope than to arrive..”I heard this quote from a thoughtful man who had heard it in the past. He apparently was well traveled, as the quote had an Eastern cast. It suggests that unlike in the West where we emphasize the goal, perhaps enjoying the honest attempt would be better for our soul. If I only think of arrival and concentrate on the trip’s end, a straight line gets me there fastest. I want...

I am a truly complex soul; so many layers are there. The outer one is cold and hard, but the one beneath does care. The next one is a delicate blend of gentleness and love. But beneath that is a hateful one that negates the one above. These all rest on an inner shell surrounded by a skin, that traps a minimal humanity for all the layers within. But then there is the ultimate center, the final emotional core. That one’s co...

I like to eat real pink raw fish. I’ll put one on my little dish. I’ll stroke the tiny, delicate fin. The little eyes will make me grin. I’ll lay it on its scaly side. Then I’ll remove the fishy hide. I’ll take a long and wistful look at what came off that sharp fish hook. I’ll pat the little fishy tummy and know that it will taste just yummy. Then I’ll de-bone without delay to make the perfect fish fillet. I’ll sniff a f...