Big Ugly and Me   He's a heavy drinker And carries a belly A family man Even has his own telly   He's luxuriously soft And bountifully tasteful Yet his habits – are awful And that makes him wasteful

  There once was a Woman on the Verge Whose dreams were so bright, they did surge Untethered by rules Her friends were her jewels And together, their hopes would emerge   The Woman on the Verge was na

    The Stain There once was a stain on the bed Mysterious, untrustworthy and dead We poked and we prodded We questioned and plotted Our findings, they filled us with dread We turned on the light Exa

  Chasing the sunset to the ends of the earth Inhaling the cold in all of its girth The canyon is big, in fact it is grand But my thoughts are more urgent – can you please warm my hand? The deer

  Disclaimer: This is very, very bad poetry and not for children.  Read at you own peril.Hot HeadedOnce upon a soup is our taleThe way to a man's heart without failChicken, tomatillos, lime and riceRo

There's a contest for Bad Poetry going on at Chip MacGregor and here are my two entries.  I ahve tons o fbad poetry to choose from, so I chose two of my favorite baddies.  See what you think

hummingbird's joy shines,in your golden locktiny, graceful feet,longing to dance hands that cooked gourmet meals,strong and supportive the scent of soap and incense, cling to your clothes a home fi

                She was not afraid of DeathTalked about it like the weatherI want to die quickly and in my sleepShe made her requestAnd she did It was her heart thatkilled hergenerouspassiona

The realness of youNot the recurring fairy tale chronicled to your friendsNot the buoyant depiction a mother paintsNot the lights - the soaring details of your lifeNot the potential of who you could b

But if I should stand my ground, If it's with you I choose to stay,Will you help me on this journey, not get lost along the way? If you don't know where you're going, and you have no place in mind,Th