Bad Puns for Great Poets

You ran me through

With pointed Shakespeare

Warmed my heart

With a Frost

Intrigued me with all of your

Cummings and goings

Enriching me by endowing

Your Poe words

‘Twas on the road less traveled

I perceived an odd Plath

An Angelou spoke to me

As I stood Emmerson in Wilde thought

Sun’s piercing rays caused Burns

Browning me to various Hughes

Although I could not Barrett

What's The Answer?

Ask yourself …

“What is success?”

That mini-mansion

Or expensive dress?

Kids in pricey

Private schools

Curricula teaching them

“Money rules”

Can one purchase

An audience with God?

For that would surely

Demand a wad

Is love for sale …

Or is it free?

My heart and mind

Do not agree

Where you dine

A chic address

Baubles that shine

Don’t mark success

 I ask myself …

“What is success?”

My actions have meaning

Not what I profess

The Sea Called My Name

The sea called my name

So hers I became

On the tears of my ancestors

I sailed without shame

On placid glass smooth

Was I comforted, soothed

By her gentle rocking

I am healed and renewed

In the womb of the sea

Happy, protected, free

Blissful – unconcerned

That terra firma

Waits for me