In Memoriam - Senator John S. McCain III

 

With the passing of a patriot like John McCain

My hopes for the country that he loved went down the drain.

No one else has shown the courage he showed 'til the end;

Few have tried to reach across the aisle and make a friend.

(My dad shared a room at the Academy with John

And the stories of the escapades those two went on

Kept us entertained and made me love John even more...)

Would have made a better President than Bush or Gore.

Sixty years of service to the country he adored;

I'm sure heaven has already welcomed him aboard.

He was an example to us all throughout his life.

Praying for his friends and family and lovely wife.

Dear Sports Gods; Definitely Not Gloating!

 

I am being very careful as regards my Sox

Because I am superstitious, which my husband mocks.

He does not believe in sports gods; said they're just a joke.

I bet that his Yankees wish he'd thought before he spoke.

Red Sox are so far in front of other baseball teams

They've exceeded even Fenway Faithful's wildest dreams...

But, I'm trying not to gloat before the play-offs start

Knowing that it risks the sports gods breaking Boston's heart.

Go ahead and laugh it up! Feel free to talk some trash...

Don't believe me! Then, when all your sports dreams turn to ash,

I won't say I told you so (that makes the sports gods mad)

But I will be thinking it...  And gloating, just a tad.

Shakespeare Revisited

 

"Something's rotten in the State of Denmark," Shakespeare said...

Then, in just a few short acts, the whole damn cast is dead.

As our current tragedy unfolds - the play undone -

I'm afraid our State will end up like that other one.

Men and women merely players; all the world a stage.

Our mad king's soliloquies are on his Twitter page.

Something isn't only rotten here...  It stinks like hell.

Alas for our democracy.  I thought I knew it well.

Methinks I doth smell a rat.  Its name is Donald Trump;

An Othello with the intellect of Forrest Gump.

In this comic tragedy we're in, perhaps it's best

If a flight of federal agents sing him to his rest.

The Free Press - Front-line Soldiers in the Culture War

 

If you've read my rhymes before than you are well aware

I'm concerned the fabric of our nation's gonna tear.

We're divided into camps who cannot get along;

Each of us convinced the other side has got it wrong.

We can't even seem to all agree on basic facts;

True or false depends on how the president reacts

Which depends on how his friends on FOX report their "news"

Based on some conspiracy as asinine as Q's.

Donald Trump continues to attack the 4th Estate,

Saying they're the reason why America's not great.

He's called them "disgusting...traitors." Claims reports are "fake"

Anytime he doesn't like the news, for heaven's sake!

What about the evidence out there for all to see?

What about objective truth or plain reality?

Hard to spin the cold, hard facts ('though Giuliani tries)

Can't ignore that Donald Trump is telling voters lies.

Yet, somehow, the president has managed to convince

His supporters they should not believe reporters, since

They're all out to get him with their slanderous attack

And he needs true blue Americans to have his back.

So, they all fall in to line and truth's a casualty

In this culture war Trump's launched against a press that's free.

Journalists are patriots.  They're holding down the fort.

They deserve our gratitude and have my full support.

Happy 23rd Birthday Darlin'

Our son says nobody likes you when you're 23...

I suspect he's quoting Blink 182 at me.

Since our eldest will be turning 23 today,

Want to tell him he should not believe a word they say.

I know lots of people who think he is pretty great;

Funny, smart, and handsome and, on this auspicious date,

As we celebrate another birthday with our son,

We hope he discovers 23 is lots of fun.

It's an age when you're considered one of the adults;

Old enough your education's showing some results,

Young enough you haven't started dragging your caboose

But, when you screw up, you still have youth as an excuse.

Hate to disagree but Blink 182 is wrong;

Twenty-three's the perfect age, so don't believe their song. 

It's your year for doing all the things that you enjoy...

Trust your mom on that and Happy Birthday darlin' boy.

Carpe Aestas

 

How is it already August? Wherefore went July?

Is it only me who feels like summer's flying by?

I have not been swimming in the ocean, even once;

Haven't been up to the mountains...  What am I? A dunce?

There are gorgeous beaches less than 40 miles away,

Or a pretty inn in Woodstock where we like to stay.

Why then am I sitting here and writing stupid rhymes?

I should be at Michael's drinking G&Ts with limes.

I don't have a good excuse for sitting here at home.

Need to stop procrastinating; book my trip to Rome,

Grab a bathing suit and get my fanny to the beach...

Carpe diem...  Time to go and practice what I preach.