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I don’t know what to say. No other celebrity’s death has ever made me cry. It is heartbreaking that a man who brought joy to so  many people has ended this way. He was truly one of a kind.


Very Inspiring Blogger Award

Kindly nominated by :

very-inspringawardI am grateful for and touched by Luccia Gray’s kind nomination of me for the *Very Inspiring Blogger Award*! It means a lot to me to be nominated by a gifted novelist and blogger:)

The rules of this award, which I have borrowed from, are:

1. Thank the person who nominated you and add a link to their blog.

2. Display the award on your post.

3. List the award rules so your nominees will know what to do.

4. State 7 things about yourself.

5. Nominate 15 other bloggers for the award.

6. Contact your nominees to let them know you have nominated them. Provide a link to your post.

7. Proudly display the award logo (or buttons) on your blog, whether on your side bar, ABOUT page, or a special page for awards.

Here are my 7 facts about myself:

1.After teaching academic writing for 3 years, I have recently begun working with an adult education program.

2. I speak English and Spanish, and I study Visayan and Tagalog.

3. My lovely wife–the one in the profile picture–is originally from the Philippines.

4. Although most of my posts are light poems, my favorite works to read are works of Western philosophy, Eastern philosophy (and especially Buddhism), Renaissance drama, Roman and Greek history and literature, and cultural studies.

5. Until I started this blog in May of 2014, I had not written a poem since 2006.

6. Our adorable West Highland Terrier is one of the world’s craziest creatures.

7. Blogging has been a great way for me to force myself to write. [During three years in which I taught writing, I wrote very little.]


My worthy nominees for the “Very Inspiring Blogger Award” are:

“Further Woes of Being Famous”

from Part II of The New House of Fame–by Paul Burgess

Some days you’ll feel the bar is set too high,
For Fame requires such grueling daily steps:
…mascara put by pros above each eye…
…reclining while a stylist gently preps
Your hair. And who’d not rather ail or die
Than talk to teams of image-shaping reps?
To these, I’d add the pain of staying fit—
A torture even if you’re paid for it.

In ways, it’s best to be among the poor,
It’s said by stars who envy woes they* lack,
Along with, “Who critiques the clothes they wore
Or how they decorate a humble shack?
They have some peace when walking through the door.
But it’s reported when I eat a snack.
They also have such painless, easy jobs
And liberty to always look like slobs.

*The poor. [Poetic license is my poor excuse for ambiguity;]

Oh, double-edged and schizophrenic Fate,
You mixed up mess I call both “charm” and “curse”!
This house contains so many things I hate,
Yet, well I know I’d rather have the hearse—
If not a deathly catatonic state—
Than leave behind my plat’num-plated purse.
Sometimes I wish I’d not been born
Or that I’d never leaked my private porn. *”

*See I.2

The stanza is likely more enjoyable in context:

“Beyond Absurd”

Absurdity is flowing through my veins,
And, when they’re mined, it freely rains
Along with blood and other stuff I bleed.
If you enjoy these poems that you read,
I want no shiny payment for my pains.
If not, I’ll see that you are promptly billed
For each and ev’ry precious drop I’ve spilled.

Inspired by a comment made by Luccia Gray [

Not your run-of-the-mill Superhero

Here is a guest post from a talented writer who accepted my friendly challenge to write a limerick. Please check out other work by Melissa:

Melissa Barker-Simpson

Some of you might know that I don’t write poetry unless I’m either challenged or psych myself up for it! Since Paul Burgess gave me a friendly challenge to write a Limerick, I decided to take him up on it. Paul has some crazy mad skills when it comes to poetry, and he favours the Limerick, so I’m hoping this hits the spot 🙂

It’s based on a character I’ve been dragging around with me for quite a while (Lance Legion), and I’m particularly fond of him.

I hope you enjoy it.

Not your run-of-the-mill superhero

Thanks for reading.


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I wanted to emphasize a couple of earlier posts without deleting the most recent ones. Was reblogging the most effective way to accomplish this?

Miscellaneous Inanities

“Fashion Designer”
A woman once pranced through the town
While she wore an invisible gown.
And she felt not ashamed
As she proudly proclaimed,
“The designer deserves his renown!”

“Antique Documents Dealer”
A man with a scam that was bold
Would pretend that his papers were old.
He would soak them in tea,
And— while quoting a fee—
He’d say, “Lincoln once owned what you hold.”

“Used Car Salesman”
There was once a person from Wales
Whose career was second-hand sales.
“This lovely old car
Was built for the Tsar,”
Was far from his tallest of tales.

A man asked me to lend him an ear.
I said, “Yes,” and then bought him a beer.
But he’d give it not back,
So an ear I now lack,
And I find it much harder to hear.

A doctor these words to me said:
“It’s a miracle that you’re not…

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“Cosmic Revenge”

[“Willie the Demon Child, pt II”]…dedicated to those–unfortunately in the majority–who believe that punishment is more desirable than reformation…

Before reading, please see Pt. I:

“Demonic Dummy”
So empty was wee Willie’s head,
He’d do whatever others said.
Mom screamed, “In traffic go and play,”
And Willie did it right away.

In a tire decided Will
To go rolling down a hill.
The story’s ending can’t be told
‘cuz no one knows to where he’s rolled.

“Rubber Band”
Will thought no game to be as grand
As pulling taut a rubber band.
‘Til back at him a band did fly
And left him with a useless eye.

“The Demon and the Serpent”
Will thought he’d grabbed a slimy stick
Until he felt a painful prick.
For Will had made the big mistake
Of picking up a rattle snake.

“Will Has a Blast”
When Little Will was nearly six,
His mother gave him nitro sticks.
He thought his games to be a blast,
But fun that hot can never last.

5 “Little Willie” poems by Paul Burgess. For background info on the Little Willie form–yes, it’s a form–please see the following post: