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Perspicacity Capacity

by | May 25, 2022 | Poem

With all the sad news recently occurred,

sometimes sense of propriety is blurred.
On social sites, ignorance is the word.
They’re all wrapped up instead in Depp v. Heard.
Forget the cruel school shooting and the war.
And never mind Georgia’s primary score.
Ignore how baby food exists no more.
Let’s read about the film star and his whore.
Attention span is broken in this nation.
When something hurts, just find another station.
Forget about pandemic saturation.
Just jump on line and seek a new sensation.
Maybe Kim and Pete will tie the knot.
Tyler’s back in rehab; now that’s hot.
North Korea: ‘nother missile shot.
Musk will start a restaurant. What rot!
Who knows what it will take to make us see
we might be well erased by history?
Wake up! We’re on the brink of World War three.
Life’s not entertainment sent for free.

Clarion Octogenerian

by | May 23, 2022 | Poem

Bob Dylan’s eighty-one today.

A man who has a lot to say.
In Hibbing, where the poet grew,
was raised up Roger Maris, too.
The gopher city we must hail
also bred Kevin McHale.
But Bob became a restless beast,
took his guitar, headed east.
When Bob showed up in NYC,
the Village scene made history.
Folk and jazz and honky tonk.
Honk if you like Dave Van Ronk.
Later, when he electrified,
some thought his career had died.
But he wrote five hundred songs.
Some are even sing-alongs.
Many anthems of our ages
are found in his lyrics pages.
No singer’s been this exciting.
Won the Nobel Prize for writing.
Maintains his air of mystery,
even after age eighty.
Happy birthday, Mighty Bob.
You’ve done one hell of a job.