Summerwood Poetry Readings

At Summerwood a new dialogue
Has made poetry come into vogue
They all read their verse
Whether funny or terse
Why didn't they ask Poet Rogue?

Bullies Beware

West Hartford bullies beware!
Of your actions the town is aware
If you don't desist
The town may insist
A wedgie of YOUR underwear!

Economic Boom

Three new stores in Blue Back will open
A sign of good times, some are hopin'
If you do the math
We're takin' a bath
There's more that are closin' than open

High School Graduations

Congrats to all graduates in town
You've learned all your adverbs and nouns
In your studies - excelled!
Without getting expelled
So march in your cap and your gown!

At Hall, a West Hartford High School
The graduates all thought they were cool
The economy faltered
So their plans were altered
They couldn't find jobs, as a rule

At Conard the graduates were told
Your diploma is as good as gold
But try as they might
Not even a bite
The job market sure has run cold

The graduates then signed up for college
To gain some additional knowledge
They are starting to sweat
Now that they're in debt
And can't even afford a small cottage

The job market now is quite bad
There's no use in getting all mad
For now, try to forgive
And continue to live
At home with your Mom and your Dad

Celebrate! West Hartford

Celebrate! West Hartford

Came to town in June

The arts, the crafts

The piano player’s tune

Paintings, sculptures, unique items

Creepy doll art candle holders

Photographs of local towns

Scarves to throw over the shoulders

Wooden signs for your front door

Ceramic bowls and handmade toys

Metal stuff for your front lawn

Clothing for your girls or boys

Walking stick and bamboo flutes

Jewelry hung up on racks

Key chains, pencils, pens and pads

Chiropractors fixing backs

Churches looking for new members

More and more non-profit groups

High school dancers, players, singers

And adult performing troupes

Children with their faces painted

Loose balloons up in the air

Toddlers sleeping in their strollers

And the red bags everywhere

Relaxing on a trolley ride

Had some ice cream on a waffle

Watched them play some mini golf

I bought a ticket to a raffle

Salads, hot dogs, and French fries,

The fresh made kettle corn

By end of day most parents

Would be tired out and worn.

Don’t tell me you stayed at home

And missed it all. Oh dear!

What a shame, but just remember

You can always go next year.

Checkpoint

I slow my car

Long line ahead

What’s going on?

I’m filled with dread

When it’s my turn

I answer to

The signals of

The man in blue

Asks for ID

Looks through the glass

Finds nothing wrong

Today I pass

As I pull out

My mind takes hold

Of Stories Mom

Too often told

A darker time

Another place

Checkpoints that my

Forebears did face

I drive away

Filled with sorrow

Seat belts today

What tomorrow?