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.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

What to Drink

Though it sets most folks a-twitter,
I think coffee’s far too bitter.
I prefer to get a loada
Sugar from a fizzy soda.

Friday, January 28, 2011


The clock ticks slowly
But each second rockets by
Faster than the one before
Until there is no time left

Tuesday, January 25, 2011


Having a moment of euphoria…

Fluffy white with butter highlights;
Microwaved and piping hot.
Teamed with cans of chilly soda.
Nothing’s better. Popcorn rocks!

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Bitten by the Bug

They come in every size, it seems—
Those dirty little insects!
They bite us once then we get sick;
It’s just a human reflex.

There’s them that’s just too small to see
Because they’re microscopic
And others buzzing nastily
Like skeeters in the tropics.

The problems that they give me go
Beyond a nose that’s runny;
Not only do they make me sick,
They cost me lots of money.

But there’s one illness I can’t cure.
It causes me vexation:
I’m never bitten by the bug
To take a cheap vacation.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Pirate’s Grace

Only used after missing a couple of meals.

Dear Lord, we ain’t had nothing yet;
We’ll eat whatever we can get.
So if you’ll let us have some grub
We’ll take a bath, and even scrub.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Brief Respite

Such a fancy name
Just because the weather warmed
By a few degrees

Tuesday, January 18, 2011


Across a sheet of pixels
One hand guides
A pen-like cursor;
Strokes of light
Convert thought to image.
With all this technology,
Why do the thoughts
Still take so much work?

Sunday, January 16, 2011


Cast as a servant,
The true master clearly sat
In the driver’s seat.
Even this naïve young fan
Could recognize the real star.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Roach Motel

Folks scurry in, folks scurry out—
Though the owners wish they’d stay,
Nobody plans to stay there long
If there’s another way

‘Cause the lumpy beds and the dirty walls
Mean the ratings aren’t four-star.
If we weren’t so tall, we’d be better off
In the trunk of the family car.

When this planet takes its final turn
As a cinder lost in space
And surviving roaches need a home…
They’ll still avoid this place.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011


Like a swarm of cicadas
Their lips beat the air—
An endless buzz;
Rumors consume the land
And no ear is spared.
If only it happened
Just once every seven years…

Tuesday, January 11, 2011


One by one, snowflakes
Form, fall, pile up, embrace, freeze;
An ice monolith

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Ocean View

My video window on the world
Looks out across Pacific vistas
Palm trees sway in gentle breezes
Tranquil waves lap sandy shores

Surfers scoot among the breakers
Tourists lounge along the beach
Golfers play in kona breezes
While announcers tell the scores

Here, in real time, life is frigid
Icy winds drive me inside
There I wait for signs of springtime
Safe and warm, I dream indoors

Friday, January 7, 2011


The doors to dreamland
Closed much too quickly for him—
He was trapped inside!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Blue Paint for Sale

At the yard sale I found
A lone can of blue paint.
I didn’t see any
Other paint around it,
Just this half-empty can
Of blue paint. What a waste!
Blue paint is so useful…
Blend it with red to make
Purple; mixed with yellow,
It yields a lovely shade
Of green. It’s suitable
For painting a blue sky
Or a crystal-clear lake
Or bright blue aliens
On the walls of a child’s
(An adult’s?) dream bedroom.
Fantasies sprout wildly
From a single paint pot;
Fevered imaginings
Need but a few brushstrokes
To bring forth a jungle.
Whole blue worlds may erupt
From this one small purchase!
Now… can I find a brush?

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Failed Resolutions

Sets our spirits free to fly…
But the sun gets hot

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Cat and Mouse

They’re natural foes
In the animal world—
But up on the screen
Both get beaten and hurled!

If Jerry’s the brains,
I guess Tom is the brawn…
Though neither fares well
As the cartoon goes on.

Adrenaline junkies
With passions inflamed
Get so animated
Their wrath knows no shame!

So if your home’s tranquil
And that’s what you like,
Avoid pets like these two—
Choose bulldogs like Spike.