Sonnet: The Joy of Youth

The chiefest joy of youth — is ignorance!

Righteous Injustice

Then, and not until then, at last we are
Fully equipped justice contribute to…

Unmundane

The world seems to this poet full
Of folks at one or another thing
Are perfectly wonderful!…

Song of the Ordinary

In every moment, such abundance be
Of wondrous things at which to marvel…

Hatred is Hatred is Hatred

There is no petty act
Of hatred petty is in fact…

Companion in Arms

Though to fuel they’d had resort
Her heart — it would not burn…

To the Muse, Of a Peaceful Evening 😆

… repropell exped’iently
Your doubtless samite-cladded rear,
Exquisitely, back out of here…

The Making of America

“How can you call yourselves men?
You don’t even wear a wig!”…

Sorry Sap

Who won’t give up on hoping

For the Dour

… to really make
That joyful noise unto the Lord…