When one’s cleaning up a life
There is very often strife.
The kids don’t want our stuff
Though they try not to be gruff.

So here we are today,
Brow’s sweat in hair that’s gray,
Deciding what’s worth cash,
Or if it’s headed for the trash.

It’s a process very strange.
We can no longer rearrange.
Because we really need stuff gone,
We put some “FREE” out on the lawn.


Pronunciation /ˌeləˈkyo͞oSH(ə)n/ /ˌɛləˈkjuʃ(ə)n/
1 The skill of clear and expressive speech, especially of distinct pronunciation and articulation.
1.1 A particular style of speaking.

Late Middle English (denoting oratorical or literary style): from Latin elocutio(n-), from eloqui ‘speak out’ (see eloquence).


The most effective elocution is undone by having nothing to say.

When a politician speaks
Of the lofty goals he seeks
Having perfect elocution
Does not guarantee a solution
The words will gain no traction
If not accompanied by action.


Pronunciation /dɪˈlɪŋkw(ə)nt/
1 (typically of a young person) tending to commit crime, particularly minor crime.
2 formal Failing in one’s duty.
2.1 North American In arrears.
A delinquent person.

Late 15th century from Latin delinquent- ‘offending’, from the verb delinquere, from de- ‘away’ + linquere ‘to leave’.


Dora and Donnie were notoriously delinquent. All they ever did was loiter.


Pronunciation /ˈvɪʃɪŋ/
mass noun
The fraudulent practice of making phone calls or leaving voice messages purporting to be from reputable companies in order to induce individuals to reveal personal information, such as bank details and credit card numbers.

Early 21st century blend of voice and phishing.


If you’re a victim of vishing
In a money swamp, you’re squishing
You may find yourself wishing
You’d instead just gone fishing.


Pronunciation /ˌnɪktə(ʊ)ˈfəʊbɪə/
mass noun
Extreme or irrational fear of the night or of darkness.

Early 20th century from Greek nux, nukt- ‘night’ + phobia.


All through the night
I endure more than fright
‘Cause somethings not right
It stays just out of sight.

It could be a beast
Or a monster, at least
From a cage’s been released
To make me its feast.

nyctophobia, night fear
Too stealthy to hear
I feel sure it is near.

Early to Rise

Rising at three
There is little to see
Even all those cable channels
Give little to me.

After a break of my fast
And these typings are passed
Lie down in my flannels
Grab a nice nap at last.

But if that doesn’t happen
‘Cause my mind’s not done scrappin’
I’ll cruise social media panels
The day’s gossip to be lappin’.