Hoosier Poet

Friday, March 13, 2026

Interpreting

I dreamt quite a tale,
and figure it is my mind
screaming to be more.

The Lie

Building back better
that's their line, but they only
lined their own pockets.

A Find!

Twenty miles of rain,

a second hand camera

a gift for my girls.

Lodge

Memories flood back:
Old faces, names, and events.
I've been gone too long.

A Fall to Applause

Iran's missiles keep on dropping
With no signs yet that they're stopping,
The Iranians won't relent
now the Iron Dome is failing.

With nothing offered for blocking,
Tel Aviv shaking and rocking,
The sirens have fallen silent,
yet there is plenty of wailing.

As Israel Starts to struggle,
from beneath the Gazan rubble
there is now heard the sound of cheers
with every explosion and burst.

For Israelis are now learning
the pain of their own homes burning,
the pain of loss, and unchecked tears,
as they receive their just desserts.

The West no longer united,
the masses, in fact delighted,
That Israel seems to falter,
and we could be free of their curse.

So they have increased their spending
to keep propagandists spinning,
to splay us upon their altar,
for a few more coins for their purse.

Politicians who have been bought,
blackmailed, or threatened...the whole lot...
panic as the narrative slips,
and the internet does its thing.

They can no longer take delight
in their evil, hidden from sight.
Control no longer in their grips;
their arrogance their undoing.

Vision

American Folk
Deserve a Jubilee Year
All debts forgiven.

Outdated

They sprung us forward,
Though I have no field to tend,
Sleepy, all for naught...