Poetry Tuesday

Give a hand,
But don't give both.
It helps to give some,
We're all in the same boat.

But to pull someone up
You need one hand to grab, another to hold.
Together we can get
Out of this hole.

Don't look down,
There's nothing there.
Keep looking up,
Salvation is here.

Poetry Tuesday

Boxes and Burgers

Here is an empty box;
I will fill it up with socks.
Every box must hold something;
Better to be full than full of nothing.
Boxes are made to be filled;
Burgers are made to be grilled.
We must eat every burger;
Better to eat, go no further.

Poetry Tuesday

The Null Hypothesis

Significance? Significance!?
Not at all, not in this instance.
Want to hear a joke? Relevance.
Au contraire, what is real is chance.
Even Voltaire can't change my stance,
Not for all of the bread of France.
Stubborn? No, my pate is emanced!
Oh, I know there is much romance
In thinking we control our dance;
Do not forget that in your pants
Are the creatures that we call ants;
So small, yet how you prance and prance!
For at just the tip of a lance,
Your promises are blown to Nantes.

Poetry Tuesday

Elegy for Summer

June was great,
If a little late;
For I wanted summer to come so quick,
Faster, I wanted time to tick.

July was awesome;
Heat and fun were in blossom.
But where are those days now?
They are nowhere to be found.

Now August dies;
Here it rests, here it lies.
And like a fool
I go back to school.

Poetry Tuesday

The War of the Kitchen

I went to the kitchen on a dark night;
Little did I know that I was in for a fight.
It was only a sandwich that I sought,
But a great battle I fought
Against a roach, scavenger of the earth,
Of whom there will never be a dearth.
I was hungry, looking for food,
And instead I engaged in a great feud.

I flipped on the light
And saw the bug flee in fright.
Little did he know, poor fellow,
That he would soon be turned to jello.
He escaped me at first,
Evading the best of my blows (and the worst)
But finally he made his fatal mistake;
He crawled on the stove, hiding like a snake.
My weapon of choice could not reach
Into that small breach,
But unfortunately for that roach, alas,
I turned on the gas.

Blue flames leapt up
And the heat would not let up
He took the heat as long as he could
But finally the temperature could no longer be withstood
One step, two steps, three
And I cut short his attempt to flee
Down came the hammer
Without any romance or glamour
His innards went splat!
And that was that

Still my work was not finished
Until I cleaned up and finally my hunger was diminished.

Poetry Tuesday

Before You Know It

Summer, summer, summer,
It's over.

Poetry Tuesday

"Flickering"

I'm staring at the flickering light...
It's late; too late.
I need to sleep and say
Goodbye to the night.

I'm staring at the flickering light...
They need to change the bulb.
Why is it on during the day?
Open the windows; the sun will give us sight.

I'm staring at the flickering light...
My eyes are burning
But I need to get this done
Why do they make the computer screens so bright?

I'm staring at the flickering light...
Channel by channel;
Program by program;
I can't get up, try as I might.

I'm staring at the flickering light...

Poetry Tuesday

"Stairs"

Falling
Down the
Stairs is not
Fun. It hurts and
People will laugh at
You. Make sure to hold
The rail if you don't want to
End up bruised and battered.