Category Archives: Poetry

I’m Not Surprised (HA 89 Rondine)

Posted on June 14, 2020 by sputterpub

I’m not surprised he’s ignorant and slow. I quite expected the dishonesty, the sluggish brain, the verbal poverty, the treating life as if it were a show. My shock is that you’re shocked – how can’t you know? I’m not … Continue reading →

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Signs (HA 88 Rondine)

Posted on June 13, 2020 by sputterpub

I see the signs of weariness. Although the counties multiplied to 30 feet the distance to a stranger on the street, there’s evidence more folks are on the go again, more traffic and it isn’t slow, less masks on the … Continue reading →

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Fatigue Huitain (HA 87)

Posted on June 12, 2020 by sputterpub

We’re sick of staying in to not get sick. We have acute fatigue about the news that we can be assured will pluck and pick the slant they think the audience will choose. Who listened weeks ago may not excuse … Continue reading →

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Dietary Dizain (HA 86)

Posted on June 11, 2020 by sputterpub

It’s logical, but when will facts emerge? I mask outside and never ride a bus. It’s June – we thought the viral load would surge two weeks ago at least, but most of us seem Covid-free. Can you and I … Continue reading →

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Hump Day (HA 85 Dizain)

Posted on June 10, 2020 by sputterpub

The custom of a work week five days long has dominated culture all my span, and Wednesday marks the middle as we throng to cross the hump to Saturday, and plan to shop or hop to leisure if we can, … Continue reading →

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Teeter (HA 84 Magic 9)

Posted on June 9, 2020 by sputterpub

I felt a little lightness yesterday, and thought in this environment of plague and wide unrest, to hide it or I’d pay a price in lurking guilt and murky shame. For most the day no trouble seemed to weigh on … Continue reading →

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Contributions (HA 83 Meter 7/5)

Posted on June 8, 2020 by sputterpub

The country’s not on fire and I don’t play violin, and certainly I’ve never been in charge. But health and trade are dire and catastrophe might win, for autocratic attitude looms large. I wish that there was more I could … Continue reading →

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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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