Hoosier Poet

Saturday, February 7, 2026

Saturday Morning

Rise before the sun,

Make coffee, write a chapter,

Write and write again...

England

I dreamt of England
and put my pen to paper.
Poem coming soon...

Debt Slavery

Borrowing money
against more borrowed money,
a vicious cycle.

Workingman's Forecast

Daddy always said: “When it rains, it pours.”

but I never knew how bad it could be.

When I was young, I guess I just ignored,

did not notice, or it was kept from me,

how rough and tumble the lows are in life

and just how fleeting and precious the highs;

How best laid plans can be derailed by strife

and out of nowhere from clearest blue skies

the rain starts falling with sun shining bright

and sturdy earth becomes a trap of mud…

So, I’ll add this to my Daddy’s insight:

When it rains, it pours. When it pours, it floods.

Though the water may come up to your chin,

keep treading till you find footing again!

Angel

He flops in the snow,
laughing, swinging arms and legs
to leave an angel.

Apathy

The sound of crickets
follows the news of horror...
Are we still human?

Justice

We demand arrests,
and if it all collapses,
we accept that cost.