Posted in Poetry

Scribble Me Softly Sunday!

How does a random scribble

become warmed-over dribble?


If I only I knew what to say.

So scribble me softly

as thus do I

begin another day

with my trusty sword

by my side or sides

proudly singing

“Onward Marching Woodblocks!”

So hey …

it’s Sunday …

let’s pray!

The Artless Poet…

Posted in Art, Faith, Poetry

Have You Ever!?

Have you ever felt a hand

go through you hair

and when you opened your eyes

there was no one there!?


Have you ever awoke

and there was

a menacing

tall dark figure

at the end

of your bed!?

You can’t move a muscle

you can’t scream in fear

frozen in bed

of the dread!


Have you ever

again seen that

Tall Dark Menacing Man!?

But this time

flew out of bed

wrestled and fought back

but really … ouch …

just hit your head

on the nightstand

next to your bed!?



Well ………

What a boring life you’ve had … by the way!!!


And why does it always seem to be between 3:00 and 4:00am … again by the way!?

So the Lord’s Prayer I now do say!

Posted in Music, Poetry

For Once In This Post! 🎼🎹🎷

Inspired by the song, For Once in My Life! A swing song written by Ron Miller and Orlando Murden for Motown Records’ Stein & Van Stock publishing company, and first recorded in 1965.

It was first recorded by Barbara McNair, but first released in 1966 by Jean DuShon. Other early versions of the ballad were issued by The Four Tops, The Temptations, Diana Ross and Tony Bennett, whose recording was the first to reach the pop charts.

And yes! Who can forget Stevie Wonder!


This is my rendition recently released by Bastardized Records, LLC!


For once in (this post) …

I have something (maybe) worth (posting)

Something (surely lacking) (before) …

For once (unabashed)

I can go

where (this post) leads me

and somehow I know (I’m not wrong)

For once I can (write)

what my heart (could only scheme) of …

Long before I knew …

(Ouch) …

Someone (informed or deformed)

like you …

(Oh) my dreams

(have finally) come true!

For once in (this post)

I won’t let (bad vibes sting) me

Not like they’ve (Ouch) …

(stung) me before

For once I have someone

I (hope) won’t

(eventually unfollow) me …

(So) I’m not

(Hopeless and Friendless In Seattle)



Actually I’m old and senile and live in South Florida!

Posted in Poetry

No Trifling Matter, That Is!

Unscramble a Trifle and what do you get?

An angry tire throwing a fit

or your typical elf taking the lift?

Or maybe a flirt eating fiber

or a fire burping flit.

How about a classic Winchester rifle or an Olde Wild West fret-ting rift?

Just include an ‘o’ or maybe a ‘u’

a snotty left-handed loftier flute

you do get!!

So here’s ‘Til EFT Do Us Part’

and liter-ing lifer‘s eat shit!

And finally,

to the tirl … tie … li … ti tiler‘s …

And that …

my Ire-ish friends

is …

how a


might say …

Ref-flib-ble … “IT!”