Hoosier Poet

Saturday, May 2, 2026

A win is a win

A win is a win

I scan my ticket,
"This ticket is a winner!"
A whole twenty bucks...

Friday, May 1, 2026

Pick me up

Pick me up

Afternoon coffee,

sits in my cup but briefly
desperately gulped.

Father to Father

Father to Father

I heard him before I saw him.
Turning, he waddled to me slowly
as if burdened by his own heartache,
and mournfully gave another honk,
sad and low.

At my fee he sat,
and stared up at me.
Was he after bread?
Answers?
The voice of a friend?
I could only offer one.
I knelt down,
showing my hands,
free of blood,
empty of bread.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
Sad and slow.

He bowed his head briefly,
as if in understanding,
or perhaps his own sorrow.
I took my hat off
and bowed my own in return.
A prayer to Juno
that he and his mate,
wherever she may be,
make it through
this heartache and pain,
whispered.
Sad and slow.

Two fathers,
one in mourning,
the other in sympathy,
sitting together
in a broken and unforgiving world,
sad and low.

Thursday, April 30, 2026

Hopium

Hopium

I am an addict:
Reality cut with Hope
lets me limp along...

Wednesday, April 29, 2026

The Abyss

The Abyss

Ideas, morphed to words,
ripped from my soul and published
to silent masses.

Mining

Mining

Open my eyes, flick on the light,
write down the dreams I had that night,
hopefully to find
or perhaps to mine
some message divine.
One of hope, no matter how slight.

Good Morning! (Or evening if you stumble across this page then...)

This is my attempt at the Clogyrnach style poem. It is a six lined Welsh poetic style that structured as follows:

8 syllables with an A rhyme
8 syllables with an A rhyme.
5 syllables with an B rhyme.
5 syllables with an B rhyme.
5 syllables with an B rhyme.
8 syllables with an A rhyme

That being said, how do you think I did?

Tuesday, April 28, 2026

Hobbled

Hobbled

Trying to get home,
stuck with a monitored car,
unable to speed.