Poetry Lesson

Inasmuch as we’ve been talking about poetry here lately (well, I have anyway) here’s the latest and possibly the shortest, of Grant Snider’s marvelously illustrated poem/cartoons:

(Grant Snider & Incidental Comics strike again – right into the heart of creativity!)

One Acme Ton’O’Creative Beauty from Grant Snider can be found at Incidental Comics – HERE



Today’s Cultural Question

(What price glory? - Image by Mike B via pexels.com)

I’m not certain, but like yesterday’s post, this  might be poetry too.

We live during a time when the rich are richer,

The poor are even poorer,

And the middle class only exists as long as

Its children of all ages can live at home.

What’s that you’re saying, my love?”

Oh-ho, of course!

“Considering the state of things,” you wonder

What are the rich/richer doing?

Do we know?”

“They are spending, child, and encouraging the rest of us,

The poor/poorer and barely existent middle class

To do the same.”

“You mean…us? They want us to spend too?”

“Very well asked, child. And we’re

Listening, my little love

Because how in the name of the holy of holies

Can anyone resist–

An Automatic Pan Stirrer Only $37.950

A Temperature Controlled 6 oz. Smart Cup Just $99.95

An Updated Health & Fitness Tracker Merely $69.95

Another Remixed Beatles Revolver Special Edition

5 CD Boxed Set Almost 50% Off $108.99

And ever so much more–

In a world where the biggest company selling all these goodies

Has announced it’s firing thousands of workers

And another huge company, the one that

Devotes its very being to

Announcing that status of all things,

Already has sent

Thousands of its workers packing?

What a wonderful world, where,

No matter our financial or social status

We all can die clutching so much cool.

Now hush, little baby. You know you can’t

Afford to cry.



People ask why I don’t write poetry anymore…

(Thanksgiving Godot)

…I’m thinking that if I were going to answer, it might go something like this:

Hey, it’s Thanksgiving!

A day that used to mean something!

As Cordelia used to say on the TV series Angel, “Big whoop.”

What? LB is down on Thanksgiving? (as opposed to “down with?”)

Yeppers, I’m afraid that’s so.

Because in a world where disappointment

Is the new normal

And the world’s largest energy source is ill will

This feast appears in my mind as a famine.

All I really want to do is

Go back to bed,

Where I can dream about




Just Between Us…

…Did my friendly neighborhood health care facility (formerly known as a “hospital”) send me this email notice so I could qvell with pride at having fulfilled my fiduciary duty (with a helluva lotta help from Medicare and my secondary insurance) or because their AI ain’t so I?

This email arrived shortly after a snail mail with the same info. And another email/snail mail paring with an Amount Due that was quite a bit more than zero. What I’m saying is that I’m wondering how much less my bill would be if the billing system was more efficient.

Uh-oh. A reasonably aware writer knows the importance of rereading and editing their work. Looking over this post, it strikes me that my complaint here may be entirely full of shit. It’s entirely possible probable that if I wasn’t inundated with info like this I’d bitch about not being kept up to date on my standing with the health-care-powers-that-be.

As the beautiful woman to whom I just read what I’ve written so far points out, “All things considered, you’ve just gotten over the first hurdle every writer faces. Even if you’ve gotten it all wrong, isn’t it wonderful that you’ve found something to actually enjoy writing about?”

The bottom line here is I’m clicking on post now even though it fills me with social responsibility angst.

Or, as one of the great voices of my generation back when it was very cool to be in that generation has said:

“…nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong…”

With apologies to Stephen Stills–