Thoughts on cheese

Everything has an edible rind until proven otherwise.

Latkes

Spuds, onions and oil

Worth the splatters and toil

They are quite delicious

But not quite nutritious.

Critiques of my Own Writing

These were written with the virtual assistance and inspiration of Samuel Delamoir.

Couplet:
Your story's stink
Forced me to drink.

Quatrain:
You wrote this bile?
It's beyond vile.
Study a while!
And learn some style!

Haiku:
Imagery, diction,
syntax, plot development.
Please learn these things.

Limerick:
This writing's an insult to words,
not good enough even for birds.
Do you have enough credit
for someone to edit
and polish up your verbal turds?

Viola's Transient Lament

It's such sweet sorrow, though cliché

At last I know it to be true

Since you’ll be gone after today.

Despite intimidation’s sway

Hesitant friendship formed anew            

It's such sweet sorrow, though cliché.

I reflect on our ballyhoo:

Our short-lived tricksters’ pas de deux

Since you’ll be gone after today.

Choked yearnings and naiveté

To stifle my silent taboo.

It's such sweet sorrow, though cliché.

And so it was to my dismay

I fell in love, then out, with you

Since you’ll be gone after today.

Then tomorrow, when you’re away

I’ll cry at the mere thought of you.

It's such sweet sorrow, though cliché,

Since you’ll be gone after today.

Who Will Change It

We walk right by, but not too near.

Some turn away, while others sneer.

Are we ashamed? Too self-serving?

Are the beggars undeserving;
or is that arrogance? Or fear?

Their conditions are quite austere

beside Ivy Halls’ gated sphere.

Juxtaposed, they’re quite unnerving.

Who will change it?

Would it be wrong, or cavalier

to treat our fellow man as peer,

To go beyond just observing,

to meet while judgement reserving?

The courage of that pioneer,

who will change it.

mushroom

mushroom
earthy, substantial
grilled to perfection
purveyor of delicious contentment
burger

An Ode to Baked Goods

Candy may be dandy,
Liquor may be quicker,
But I prefer pastries
To make myself sicker