What a Snap


November must be near

It’s time to vote

you can tell, because they try

to buy your vote

though they say they don’t

by sending you a sweet little note

I’d heard tell by some you see

that they reduced the amount

of IDPA….wow, what a SNAP

but then they raised it back by

a whopping nine dollars for free

that will sure buy a lot at the grocery

but you see, they hope you remember

their name and their particular

political party

after all

the nine dollars was rather small

so instead of remembering blue or red

I think I’ll vote for the write-in instead

and maybe….just maybe….

it’ll be me


“The Wild Life”

Living wild

living free

roaming over

your range

Ahh…so free

prey in sight

cunning delight

survival of the


the panther breathes

fresh kill

life instilled

sleep beckons

atop the mountain

cool breeze lightens

so dreams the panther

freedom frightens

dreams lost

as the clock ticks

safety beckons

as the lock


panther caged

Life Force

I touched it timidly

afraid almost

as if it would reach out

and consume my fingers.

A strange feeling emanated

from the mask it seemed.

A stark contrast to the mask

fashioned from death’s repose.

American dream…

Could indeed its life force

reach forward from the distant past?

The Mask of Life forged

from living flesh,

its spirit still felt fresh.

I touched the mask of death

and true enough its spirit

felt long gone

now just only cold brass.

So touching again his face from life

to feel once again

that vibrancy of force

left behind as though

unfinished work remained incomplete.

as if its owner’s feet

could still be heard

echoing on down

the halls of history.

**Poem created after visiting the Abraham Lincoln Presidential Museum in Springfield, Illinois in 2010, and touching the brass masks that had been taken, one from life and the other after his assassination.**