Hoosier Poet

Sunday, March 15, 2026

True Leader

True Leader

Giorgia Meloni
Working for her own people...
Trump could learn from her.

Saturday, March 14, 2026

Gypsy

Gypsy

Waiting for the fight,
Rooting for the Crusader!
Victoria bless...

Friday, March 13, 2026

Interpreting

Interpreting

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

Thursday, March 12, 2026

The Lie

The Lie

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

Wednesday, March 11, 2026

A Find!

A Find!

Twenty miles of rain,

a second hand camera

a gift for my girls.

Tuesday, March 10, 2026

Lodge

Lodge

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

Monday, March 9, 2026

A Fall to Applause.

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

Vision

American Folk
Deserve a Jubilee Year
All debts forgiven.

Sunday, March 8, 2026

Outdated

Outdated

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

Saturday, March 7, 2026

Country Lullaby

Country Lullaby

Thunder rocks the house,
Wind and rain sing a duet
Against the tin roof.

Friday, March 6, 2026

Sleep Paralysis

Sleep Paralysis.

Wake. Frozen in place.
Can't move. Can't scream but shadows
dance around in glee.

Thursday, March 5, 2026

Worms on the Blacktop

Worms on the Blacktop

The rain drew them out
like lost souls looking for light
finding only pain.

Wednesday, March 4, 2026

Sorting

Sorting

I woke up feeling heavy,
mentally so, not fat, though I am…
Like I am under water, and the air presses against me,
squeezing,
tightening tighter and tighter…

It doesn’t help that the sun is gone,
behind the clouds,
if it is there at all.
If I am here at all.
Am I still dreaming, you think?

Did the world end?

Was it us?
Was it Israel?

My family is here, so it isn't hell,
But I am here, so it isn't heaven.

Did Cern start up?
Did they rip the fabric again?
Did that weird assed fog I saw yesterday roll in?

The sky doesn’t look right.
I don’t feel right.
If so much is wrong, then I should know…
…right?

A pinch.
A slap.
A cup or two of coffee…

No startling awake scene follows.

I think I exist, so perhaps?

So, heavy as I am,
energy warbled,
and aura off kilter
all around out of sorts,
I face the day.
If it is the day…