Tuesday, April 25, 2017


by jack dale coody

bud was just a guy
he walked because he couldn’t fly
scratched his head from time to time
never had a lousy dime

no one ever noticed him
he was neither fat nor slim
he might perhaps have gained some weight
but to eat each day was not his fate

a member of the human hive
he never worked from nine to five
he walked beneath skies gray and blue
and to no cause was ever true

no one ever asked his thoughts
he may have had some, maybe not
but knew his share of sneers and scorn
like every human ever born

in all his days and all his nights
no one ever thought to write
down anything he did or said
he lived awhile, and now he’s dead

Thursday, April 13, 2017


by corrine delmonico

illustrations by jacqueline lemot

this is national poetry month
and you don’t even care
but i have a little poem
which i would like to share

people are bad most of the time
won’t throw you a nickel or a lousy dime
if they see you starving in the steeet
they will use you to wipe their feet

o humans if you only knew
that everybody is just like you
lost in the cosmos so mysterious
you would not take yourselves so serious

and as you stumble through life’s fogs
give a thought to cats and dogs
lizards, frogs, and all creatures
who, if you look, have much to teach us

the universe around us spins
a merry-go-round of crimes and sins
but watch out for those trillions of eyes
who see right through your sad disguise