Category: Poems

Nothing succeeds
Like success
They say

And failure’s
Great at
failing

But if
You want
consistency

You just
Can’t beat
Mediocrity

I wake up to
A pretty song
A bird
I do not know

I am here!
The sun is warm!
The wind is cool!
Will you stay?
Will you stay?

Tomorrow I wake
To a song I know
But yours
Was sweet as well

Layer cake palaces
Festooned with whipped cream
Twirled into fantasies
Escaped from a dream

Hapsburgs on horseback
Kaisers on seraphim
Lions with goddesses
Cherub on cherubim

All stuffed in puff pastry
Then gilded with glaze
Plopped down in the plazas
In delicious displays

Dollop on dolloping
Baroque on rococo
Piled up on each parapet
Rampart and portico

Grander on grandeur
Topped off with more fluff
It may be too filling
But it's never enough

Good King Matthias
And Vlad the Impaler
One was a meanie
The other, his jailer

Vladie's bad habit
Was puncturing peasances
Torching their villages
And other unpleasances

Matt, though, was a real prince
(That's besides being kingly)
He stood up for kittens
And butterflies' winglies

He banished the 'Paler
Down deep in a dungeon
Which earned him a plaque at
The Kiwanis' luncheon

Each man is quite famous
In his own milieu
The king for his honor
Vladimir for his e-e-www!

Matt's fame is Hungarian
And his rep is immacula
But Vlad made the big time
As the real-life Count Dracula