Category: Poetry

John Vick, A Life

Poets are hunters, searchers, rangers. Poets dig after answers about the human condition. Poets seek truth as much as any Physicist does John Vick was a poet. John’s time took him to many places Mississippi, Oklahoma, Texas, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, New York, Minnesota He even spent some time in Canada He even spent some time [Continue]


Trump and Clinton, Putin and Assad Why are so many people in power so bad Snowden is a bad guy and Bush is so good It’s like A Dali painting or Lewis Carols wood Kim builds nukes, while China stands guard The next think you know they’ll claim to own YOUR front yard The Russian [Continue]


While chaos is about the land While the masses shout their just demands While the dictators call out their plan For their thugs to shoot the people The worlds leaders stand askew “Oh me oh my, what shall we do.” When the people know what’s right and true The leaders just spin and dither Gadhafi [Continue]

The Last Canteen

There’s a dusty road in a misty land Surrounded by miles and miles of sand Along it stands ratty bar Just called The Last Canteen Inside the bar the light is low The stools all sit in a row Like the clientele Of The Last Canteen For they are soldiers, dead and gone Who stop [Continue]

Fight On

When the outlook is grim And the chances seem slim Of the good guys coming out on top Then the able will rise ‘Cause the job’s more our size Than it is for some stupid old fop Beset we may be Awash in a sea Of jerks, feebs, and the short sighted But hold your [Continue]

Five AM Alarm

In southwest of Oregon a town was sleeping As dawn over the hill was gently creeping Up the eastern sky a glow was seeping Nothing stirred the dry air The town of a few roads and a few dozen houses Was an island in the midst of the sages and the grouses A white clothes [Continue]

Looking Up From the Bottom of Winter

Shoulders hunched against the storm Ice bouncing off my chest I saw a hopeful sight one morn’ A cold and frozen nest An icicle hung from the right Snow was heaped upon the rim It looked to be in sorry plight It’s chances they looked very grim But the tree held fast to it’s groom [Continue]

Pretty Little Kitty

Pretty little kitty Sleeping on the chair Slumbering the day away Life without a care Pretty little kitty Sleeping in the chair Rolled into a little ball Dreaming of fresher fare Pretty little kitty Sleeping in the chair Jaws twitch and claws extend Grabbing in the air Pretty little kitty Sleeping in the chair What [Continue]


We entered first grade together and passed through school in parallel I can’t say we were friends. You were more of a background character in my world And I in yours Different friends, different circles, different interests activities, distractions, passions Always aware of each other but not close Always friendly, you were nice, but not [Continue]