By And Large Poems

The shock that I felt was enormous,
as the tab on the cat food I pulled,
a fountain of biscuits shot out of the top-
the box, it was actually full !
I stood, disbelieving, bewildered,
this never had happened before,
I finally came to my...Read More

While the extroverts clamor for fame on the run,
It is often we silent ones getting things done.
Although public attention we tend to evade,
We are regular people--just diff'rently made.

We the feelings and failings of everyone share,
But withdraw when exposed to society's...Read More

To defecate and urinate
are human activities
and absolute necessities
we dare not underestimate.

Yet what to call the place
where these are necessities
by a name that truly fits
these activities.

“Toilet,” by and large,
is best, for it’s where
we often sit and read or stare
while waiting to...Read More

"To My Dear and Loving Husband"

by Anne Bradstreet


If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare me with ye women if you can.
I prize thy love...Read More

[This excerpt from a memoir I wrote 20 years ago seems sadly apropos given the recent mass murders and bombings]

This then is where my faith lies:that it will all work out in the long run, whether it's the micro-state of...Read More

As long as you are within me I will be fine honey
As I live for you the real glory will be mine honey

To me living is a bondage fed up I am, accept me
With the profound nudity I must entwine...Read More

You were an Afghan, Farid Khan by name,
A name less known to the world today.
You ran away from home,
Because your own step-mother plotted against you.
Now you were runaway-Khan!

You chose to be a knight-errant,
Soon became a military commander in Bihar,
Was renamed...Read More

Thirty years ago, long before ISIS started executing Kurds, Muslims and Christians, I hired a Pakistani Muslim as an art director in Chicago. I was an Irish Catholic editor putting out a small national magazine. I hired him because his...Read More

No, Freddie can’t say he mourned when his father died and his father’s third wife found Freddie's number and gave him a call to give him the news. His father had been responsible, worked hard, saved his money, put Freddie...Read More

He/I/they/all/we/none knowing sit/sats he/she thoughts he/she witnessed he/she held a behold as to what the hell a corporeal ring of things once unbeknowinest to him/her was about,: thought provoking, yet undeterminate in any reason with confusion and actions to be...Read More

Steven is a retired teacher disturbed by the problems he sees in education. Schools weren’t perfect when he was teaching but they were better than they are today. He has ideas for improvements. 

Some of his ideas are new and...Read More

My Garden
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

My garden I want it to be best.
The rain will make it unforgettable.
Your memory in should last forever.
My garden should be a nice guy
Like the bosom of a lovely lass
I want to touch.
Sunflower formely seed  ..
Oh sunflower yellow...Read More

The Jihadi’s got an entire hour to kill
Hundreds of helpless patrons shocked and awed
An eon of murderous rage until
The long awaited reward from his “god”

Like schools, this Orlando bar predictably
Missing the one thing mass shootings lack
It’s no longer much of...Read More

The eastern countries got their problems  
In massive poverty and in huge ignorance 
By and large yet they live in relative peace 
The west has many triumphant points 
In their achievements to show the world 
In their fortunes, science...Read More

After a long summer the rains are here
The office goer is carrying an umbrella
Clothes on the drying line remain damp and wet
Long after the hidden sun has set

The overcast sky casts a grey light
Adding to the homeward-bound commuters' plight
It is...Read More

We were armed at fourteen with BB guns
and reckless abandon.
So started many of our cousinly adventures.

Central Utah has hot, hot summers
and little else going for it.
We took to the sage in shorts and t-shirts
begging the tics to climb aboard.
Lyme disease?...Read More

Limerick: Once Cute Pute in Gay Paris called Miel

Once Cute Pute* in Gay Paris called Miel*
Plied her trade around a Ferris Wheel
Rode them roller coaster
Spun them on wheel later
Got lush cut on fines for police squeal!*

•	Pute: stands for “prostitute” in...Read More

a trilonnet

Take honesty, really does it matter?
By evasion truth can be suppressed.
Lies are critical in the new world view.

If it serves the cause, who cares if it’s true?
How do you expect one to keep abreast
with all that’s on a partisan...Read More

Stanza 1
If all the seas were one sea,
What a great sea that would be;
Should all the mountains be one?
Such a high mountain we would have.
And if all vegetation were just one,
What a lonely zone that would carve
Stanza II
If all the...Read More

I'm named Delysia (sic) Patricia. This poem was 
inspired by Chris De Burgh's "Stripper" song.  
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABwDWwYX0Q4.

A buxom beaut
ill of repute
amply endowed with bits to spare
undoubtedly cute
without dispute
had a penchant her wares to lay bare
 
She'd vocationally strip
do the occasional...Read More

She mostly sits on the outside looking
into the worlds around her.  Day by day
gazing into strong hearts interlocking
with others, bonding in the friendly way.
Her rationale, by and large is to cope
with life as a mom, with a two year...Read More

In numerous locales countrywide, they hold sway
Pirouetting at intervals like ballerinas from Bolshoi
Beauteous, feline and very feminine
Slender to the point of emaciation, not quite
Cultivating the undernourished look on a frugal diet
Decidedly austere for a longer tenure in the limelight
Basking in...Read More

They're known by many names - taters, potatos, pertaters and spuds.
As a Hoosier lad I toiled hoein' taters and flickin' bugs off their buds!
So I was very well qualified when I entered the service, by and large,
When 'volunteered' for kitchen...Read More

While I take to the road for a mission
Anxiety rivets me to my direction
It causes me to ponder and be calm
As a byword for courage and wisdom.

It is a wee bit harder to do
By living the “now” in the ministry
I...Read More

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On the Eve of Destruction
  Their was a disruption
            Fore
The Christ had came
   ...Read More