Apple doesn't like listing me as "Will Shakespeare (poetry blogger)"
to differentiate me from the other guy, although everybody else does.
They took my first book but now won't take new ones. (Go figure.)
Since Smashwords distributes my books to Apple anyway,
just go to my Smashwords author page and download EPUBs from there.
Smashwords provides samples of my books also.

Friday, December 31, 2010

Old Year New

Everything old is new again,
So say goodbye to Two-oh-Ten
And welcome in the spry young kid
Named Two-Eleven. All you did
This past year’s done; the future’s here
And, like some cosmic rocketeer,
It’s time for you to shoot the moon
And make this year your opportun-
Ity to shine. Your time is gold…
Invest it well. Take heart—be bold!

Thursday, December 30, 2010

I on Lithium

I on lithium.
Lithium ions
S’posed to stabilize
All my problems.
Bottlers used to
Put it in 7-Up—
Hangovers won’t
Keep you from waking up!
I got plenty;
Too much lithium
Cause too many
Side effects. They say
Lithium ions
Got more use in
Modern science.
Small ‘lectronics—
All powered withium—
Drive me nuts, so
I on lithium.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Casting Lots

A future seen by reading cards
Or disemboweled chickens
Is little more than fantasy for fools.
You needn’t know what’s coming up
As long as you make good decisions;
Choose your lot by choosing wisely now.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Fowl Stench

Our turkey started smoking while
He sizzled in the fryer;
His noxious odor proved our cooking
I.Q. should be higher.

Like some leftover dinosaur,
His fossilized remains
Prove only that he might have once
Roamed wild upon the plains.

Today his stench and blackened flesh
Remind us of this blessing:
That we aren’t bought by inept cooks
Whose skills are so depressing.

At least the stuffing turned out right;
The gravy mix did too.
I guess the turkey hot dogs
In the fridge will have to do.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Christmas Presence

Crushed by the burdens of everyday life,
The cynics among us will not believe
In a God above Who cares for us all.
They scoff as the rest of us gather ‘round
To remember the way He came—a gift—
And revealed Himself to a selfish world
Where caring souls are rare. They laugh at us;
They say we trust in unproven fables
And that we are weak-minded, hopeless fools…
But we are not the fools. The truth is this:
The shepherds came and saw the Christ child long
Before the Magi learned of Bethlehem;
The wisest among us always take too
Long to learn the way of things. That is why
They never awake to find the Presence
That makes each day feel like Christmas morning.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Wrap Stars

They’re casually seated beside the front doors,
Just waiting for shoppers to finish their chores.
Kind smiles greet each person who pauses to ask,
“How much is a wrap job? I can’t do this task!”
“Mere pennies,” they answer. A quick deal is made
And wizards with wrapping skills proffer their aid.
The air fills with rattles and crinkles and snaps
From bright-colored papers—mere seconds elapse
As objects concealed within boxes and tubes
Are gift-wrapped and taped. These aren’t blundering boobs!
Observers are stunned watching fleet fingers fly,
Amazed at the art work their money can buy.
Like that, blurs of ribbon form dazzling bows
Atop flashy packages. Everyone glows!
The wrap stars acknowledge the warm accolades,
Demurely deflecting the well-deserved praise;
And as grateful shoppers recede from their sight,
They yell, “Merry Christmas. Drive safely tonight!”

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Secret Santa

Leaving gifts when no one sees him;
Who he is, he’ll never tell.
Why’s he hide? It’s too much work without
The elvish personnel.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

All-a Wet-a

A round, to the tune of Frère Jacques.
When you’re bored silly and it’s cold outside.

All-a wet-a, All-a wet-a
Could be ice, could be ice
Kinda wish it melted, kinda wish it melted
Would be nice, would be nice

Friday, December 17, 2010


“So, to yourself be true,” they say—
But when she is, they get ticked off
Because it’s not what they approve!

It doesn’t matter anyway—
No matter what she does, they scoff.
They want control of every move.

She's ostracized when she won’t follow;
The outcast finds that hard to swallow.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Single File

One behind the other,
Each man follows
A solitary path,
Unwilling to admit
That any other traveler
Walks the same road or
Seeks the same ends.
Many go astray.

Yet the shortest distance
Between two points
Remains a straight line.
Is it so strange
That lines should live?
Perhaps the way home
Lies in admitting
A leader exists.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

End of Daze

When I struggle with confusion,
Life is just a big intrusion.
Is it caused by self-delusion…
Or perhaps a brain contusion?
If you ask, here’s my conclusion:
I need mountaintop seclusion!

Sunday, December 12, 2010


This binding little chrysalis was once
The happy home they always wanted;
Never did they think to leave it.
Then one day, something happened.
Their ordered little world became a prison;
Escape became their only hope,
Their only goal, their only option…
Their only battle.

The struggle ended violently,
Their former homes destroyed with nothing left
But shreds of efforts past and present
Barely recognizable.
Then, from the wreckage
Multicolored canopies reached up
And billowed in the gentle breeze,
Lifting them to heights they never knew
Or dreamed they’d ever see.

Now, free at last, they launch themselves
And flee from their cocoons,
Never to return…
As life begins for real.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Venus de Milo

Both Greek and Roman images combine
In search of ways to make this poem rhyme.
The rhyme scheme’s really weird; it goes “a-b-

Disarmed by fate, the goddess of love
Could not resist her judge’s lust.
Fate took her from her cockleshell and
Boldly bared her stony bust.
For Venus claimed she was the friend of
Those in love, but cared for no man’s
Heart—and when compared to Helen,
She went and stuck it to the Trojans.
No longer will she preen and shove
Us mortals ‘round—she’ll soon discover
No one cares about her yellin’…
Plus, there’s some things that lies won’t cover.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Roly Polar

A snowball
Rolled along the ground
Gets bigger
Until the kids get tired
And decide to call it a snowman

Tuesday, December 7, 2010


The table is laden with vials and dishes,
Mortars and pestles, bottles and crucibles.
Slowly the alchemist empties a flask
That’s filled with a liquid, yellow and thick,
And primes his distilling equipment. It’s time!

He kindles a burner; slowly it bubbles
And pungent aromas waft through the room.
A vile-smelling essence remains, and he gleefully
Scrapes it all free—this life-changing substance—
And seals it away with a tight-fitting cork.

Two thousand years hence, a new generation
Of bored teens in chemistry class will agree—
While snickering discretely—that only a teacher
Could get so excited about stink bombs.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Snow Fairies

Silently they come;
Youngling fairies
Flit about the yard,
Playing hide and seek
Amid the falling snow.
With tiny fairy wands
They trace ‘round fragile leaves
That cling to slender limbs.
A flimsy fairy film
Remains behind,
Where falling flakes may light
And, caught like flies,
Form lacy drapes
And icy spires—
A regal getaway
From fairy godmothers
Who seem to run the world.

Friday, December 3, 2010


He sees the looming problems, but he knows
One little unexpected change could turn those
Problems into probabilities. And
Even though his future isn’t clear, great
Futures seem to come to those who hold
Unquenchable desires to succeed. Such
Lodestones guide a spirit’s destiny.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Khan Job

So, Khan…

On Star Trek’s “Space Seed” episode
Where you said your genetic code
Made you supreme, a god to men—
We saw Kirk kick your ass. And then

In “Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan”
When you told Kirk to bring it on
Your rematch with the ship’s C.O.
Left Kirk unbeaten, two-and-oh.

So what’s the deal? Your words were grand
Like any preening superman…
And yet your ego’s neutralizer
Was Starfleet’s leading womanizer!

You’re telling me your intellect
Did not prepare you to expect
The mind games of a cosmic flirt
Whose prime directive deals with skirts?

Though your genetics may be blest,
If you’re our future, we’re depressed:
Advanced or not, you’re just a jerk
Who wound up schooled by Captain Kirk.