I want to get off — The merry-go-round of life Can have a hypnotic effect To which I’m susceptible Lulling my senses into A false sense of comfort and control Not quite a Groundhog Day existence For there are changes Fluctuations in the patterns of my days But forward movement is often Hard to detect And at times regression seems to actually prevail Persistent troubling thoughts…

A Poem — Did you ever dream that you were like a balloon So light that you could rise effortlessly into the sky And mingle there among the clouds With the feeling that you belonged That you finally were among friends Instead of dealing with the innumerable competitors You face daily while grounded …

Don’t Blame The Mess On Us — Yes I’m back again Percy the canine The human whisperer With insights and observations Based on my years of interaction With those who euphemistically Refer to themselves as The pinnacle of consciousness on this planet Otherwise known as beings of the human variety I like to think that I have…

Poem — Children flying multicolored kites Piercing the sky While their laughter causes even jaded city dwellers To smile while they pass by Roller bladers-skateboarders-joggers Add to the Rockwell-like scene Babies with their innocence evidenced In their unscripted reactions to events around them When viewed through their eyes Everyday happenings assume a magical aura…

Prose poem — How can you tell that you have met a truly balanced person What are their hallmarks Their equilibrium is not easily sundered You feel the difference when in their presence Not akin to perfection Rather a sense that they are anchored Rooted like the tallest tree Capable of being buffeted by the elements Without fear of dismemberment…

Prose Poem — Time to put an end to business/life as usual I’m tired of being pragmatic Logical and serious of thought I want to suspend goals for awhile Put aside my endless to-do lists The incessant competition Even against myself If no obvious rival is available I’m laying down my accumulated burdens Transforming…

They Become Like Friends After Awhile — I have always lived in old houses, old at least by American standards. My first home, the one where I was raised, was built in 1863. It had a barn in the backyard that once had been used to store a carriage and horses. For us kids, it was a…

Prose Poem — Humpty Trumpty sat on a wall(one on the border, of course) Humpty Trumpty had a great fall All his MAGA supporters All the NRA ministers of destruction And despite the fervent prayers of supplicants And Fox News Nothing could put Humpty Trumpty together again Why did he fall Was he pushed Whose…

A Dog And Cat Set The Record Straight — This is a momentous occasion. A dog, Percy, and a cat, Gerry, have collaborated to produce this piece. We want to admit at the outset, that we don’t like one another. In truth, we usually can’t stand being in the same room together. However, to correct an injustice, we have…