It is a shame
That we seek fame
As our main aim,
Or maybe just as often,
Avoiding all the blame.

Common-tarry (wait for it…)

[I do not refer to being covered with tar, though that is spelled the same way. To tarry is to wait/abide.]

This commentary (the pun’s reveal) is about why these posts happen.

My rhymes are made public here in addition to appearing as posts using Mastodon, a part of the federated tools of the “Fediverse”.

I am very grateful to all who stop by here. It is fun to get the recognition of a “like” from some people, too. It is nice to know that I’m not tooting out into a void.

The category which seems to catch the eye of others is “poetry”. Now, lets be clear about it, I don’t really feel poetic when I compose these rhymes. They are part of my brain’s pattern of playing with language as sound.

As noted above, my wordplay also involves puns. That combination of rhyme an pun may not be poetry, but it’s the category which seems to fit.

Recognition is great. Thanks to all of you.

Fame need not happen.


Honor agriculture, Saturn’s day.
Fertile Frey had no chance to play.
Grabby language that it is
Incorporated some Roman biz.

(It is only recently that the fediverse has asked us to reconsider, putting forward #Caturday as the most appropriate alternative. How much it catches on is still to be determined.)

Tech Support

Servers in the background,
Humming electronic things
We out in the user world
Don’t notice their powerful wings.

Until the site we’re using
Crashes, goes offline, goodbye
That is, then, the exact moment
When we all begin to cry.

When the RAID drive dies
The bases of our data
Cannot be read out
Stilled wings, Tears brings.

Quick techs, things back to specs
Backups soon restored
Way too much stress for admins
But another tech win scored!

Late yesterday,, my social media “home”, went offline. It turned out to be a RAID drive failure in the data center, one under contract to, the service provider behind the scenes for the community. After a stressful tech/admin period of time, the faulty drive was replaced, databases restored.

There are thousands of anonymous tech support people at work in the Internet’s data centers. I will never know any of you personally, I suspect. Nonetheless, I rely on you to do your tech wizardry on my behalf. Thank you.

Time and Distance

Social media posts
In the fediverse
Occur “right now”
In my timeline stream
But now isn’t what it seems.

My morning
Your afternoon
Another’s night.
Can my today can be
Someone’s tomorrow?

One hemisphere’s summer
Is deep winter in the other.
Hear me, sister/brother
My language may not
Even match yours.

Stretch that beyond
Our blue, spinning globe
Across the gap of space
Is anyone there
To share these timely thoughts?

Tentative Toes

Tentative toes,
Beware of those.
“They might get clipped.”
“They might get snipped.”

Restrained inside,
Boundaries untried,
Perhaps it’s fear.
“We want you here!”

But sooner or later
The urge will be greater
Than the fear and doubt,
And then your out!

Inspired by


Afloat upon a gentle stream,
We travel slowly, as if in dream.
But when the water turns too rough
To float along is not enough.

We must choose right now to fight,
To keep ourselves intact, upright,
To swim and kick and strive
To stay, heads up, alive.

Or perhaps, choose self-slaughter
Succumb to the crashing white water.
And float again instead
Because, too bad, we’re dead.

(Inspired by )


Pronunciation /əˈblɪɡət(ə)ri/
1 Required by a legal, moral, or other rule; compulsory.
1.1 (of a ruling) having binding force.
1.2 humorous So customary or fashionable as to be expected of everyone or on every occasion.

Late Middle English from late Latin obligatorius, from Latin obligat- ‘obliged’, from the verb obligare (see oblige).

Art Appreciation

On your time I must encroach,
But I’m not sure of the approach
Which I should choose to take
Because of what’s at stake.

In the muck I’ll wallow
Though it’s tough to swallow.
I am just out for attention,
Though it is with apprehension.

You may choose to ignore.
It’s your right for sure.
But I hope you may appreciate.
What the artists here create!

Out Loud

Working “out loud”
In writing’s context.
Work In Progress – proud
As an author reflects.

Seeking a strong mix
Of metaphor and rhyme
Using all the right tricks
For this moment in time.

A future rewrite
May improve on today’s
But by being in sight.
This version stays!

Thanks for the hook,