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

  Desert Living and Water - What is Your Water Footprint?   Living in the Sonoran Desert, I am reminded every single day, how precious water is. It is dry here. So dry, that sometimes t

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