Dad Psychological Poems

Your paradigm's a relic, a plea from data's cemetery,
While I sculpt luminaries on screens, a sable sea.
"Company loyalty," a myth, spun in your reverie,
But AI...

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What Is It, Part II

The mind is a cloud of neurons
Packed snug within the deep grooves of the skull
Tiny worlds reaching out to all their...

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His name was Carson Wetherstrum,
and his childhood wasn’t grand,
his mother was plain trailer trash,
his father a confidence man.

He never knew his dad that much,
and only...

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 What Would Jesus Tweet?

By Mark D. Stucky
What if Jesus joined
social media sites?
Would he ask people
to Friend and Follow him?
Would they then tweet,
“Oh, how I...

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Mom & Dad must have been primates
Coz bananas are my favourite foods
When it comes to stuff Jacko eats a lot of
For bananas they're in the...

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Short Poem
Swines call me crazy and pigs call me mad
Very sad very sad and very bad very bad
This ain't gonna work because I am their...

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dusk’s love-locked braces —
dad resounds shooting antler
off bucks to detach

1/13/2021
Senryu - Humorous, Satirical or Dark Poetry
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin...

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Potential cause célèbre dermatological solution
to stem palmar hyperhidrosis,
which medical break thru a last ditch effort
if Glycopyrrolate ineffective
to stave off sweaty hands.

Venerable Doctor Harold Milstein
an acclaimed...

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“The Art of Life”
by:  Eric L. Boddie

Let me tell you something I hope you will understand
Outside of God, family and women, words are the...

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To a kitten a shoe's a lethal weapon
   To a toddler, Dad is giant, awesome
To some folks spiders are just plain fearsome
 ...

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Help me get through this, Mr. Therapist,
I want to know if there's something I missed;
I'd been transported to heaven for de-briefing,
it was remarkable that they'd...

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The child is so cold living in a wild home 
No milestones are set 
Running away would be best 
The sun didn’t shine today in...

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Now I Understand

Seventy low-humidity degrees
An ever-slight breeze
I am on dad’s back porch
His man cave was outside
He loved this screened-in porch
Fifty feet long by twelve feet...

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"If I could turn you on,
if I could drive you out of your wretched mind,
if I could tell you
I would let you know."
  ...

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In our most beautiful, suburbian , breakfast nook,
Where I read so many joyfilled books,
With  the golden sunlight streaming in,
Is where my days as a...

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