Category Archives: Coronaverse

Time to Quit (HA 82 English Madrigal)

Posted on June 7, 2020 by sputterpub

The leader of the Party is an ass; they don’t come any worse than DJT. Conservatives should quit the GOP. There’s nothing Grand (or Gallant) in the class that lies and foments gross conspiracy. The leader of the Party is … Continue reading →

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Skeptical (HA 81 Interlocking Rubaiyat)

Posted on June 6, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to trust the scientists and press to separate the careful from the guess. I saw the politicians who abuse the truth, but thought the scholars would address the subjects with strict discipline, and choose the rigors of the … Continue reading →

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The Forever Virus (HA 80 Chanso)

Posted on June 5, 2020 by sputterpub

Of course I don’t want anybody scared. My rhymes are never meant to channel grief. But if you have an urge to feel prepared, then watch for facts instead of hot belief. It may be vain to vest in a … Continue reading →

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Disrespect (HA 79 Huitain)

Posted on June 4, 2020 by sputterpub

I understand your feelings have been hurt, but I don’t think there’s anyone to blame. I see you tremble and I hear you blurt of disrespect. I think another name pertains, for carelessness is not the same – in “disrespect” … Continue reading →

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Drafts on Scraps (HA 78 Ottava Rima)

Posted on June 3, 2020 by sputterpub

Composing daily now lets me realize I tend to set my pen to paper waste. I’m using pages used to list supplies I need, and positing iambs in haste. It’s like I don’t expect much from my tries until I … Continue reading →

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When the Shit Hit the Fan (HA 77 Spenserian Stanza)

Posted on June 2, 2020 by sputterpub

A year ago I bought a ceiling fan as part of the remodel. Ever since I’ve loved it, but five days ago a man who’s dear to me exploded. I’ve had hints he’s overstressed, but that was evidence of someone … Continue reading →

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Dental Debacle? (HA 76)

Posted on June 1, 2020 by sputterpub

Near 14 years ago, my dentist said “You need a root canal,” and touched the spot: “though nothing hurts, before this tooth is dead, before the pain explodes. I kid you not.” By then I understood my gum disease (though … Continue reading →

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Overloads (HA 75 Limerick)

Posted on May 31, 2020 by sputterpub

The virus invaded our city. The federal fuckup’s not pretty. Germ load’s now our mess, Aggravated by stress, And everyone’s outlook is shitty.

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A Scurry of Squirrels (HA 74)

Posted on May 30, 2020 by sputterpub

A month ago, the music of the birds was serenade from dawn to nearly noon. Today to put the garden sound in words, I hear the insect buzz and squirrel zoom. The bees are drinking salvia and flies are bumping … Continue reading →

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Calibration of Happiness (HA 73)

Posted on May 29, 2020 by sputterpub

I worked for years with somebody so drab and dull, I wondered how her weekends went. For most the Monday lunches she would blab about her social life: how excellent that picnic felt; this party was a blast. But then … Continue reading →

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