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, June 29, 2012


It's such a glorious day. The sun is shining,
The air is fresh, and I need a little freedom.
Drop the top!
Cruise the backroads, a casual trip
Along the twisty blacktop.
Rumbling engine, rumbling tires, rumbling spirit
Ready to drop the hammer at any moment and
Flee the limits that slow my life down
To a crawl.
My trip will end soon enough; I'll go back home,
Back to the city with its clogged four-lanes
And timed stoplights…
But not yet. For now the sun will shine on my face,
The wind will muss my hair,
And I will enjoy technology and nature all at once.
This is truly the open road.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Lose the Force, Luke

This is my "test flight" of a brand new form
Called the luc bat, which comes from Vietnam.
The name means “six-eight”—lines of six and eight
Syllables alternate with a complex
Rhyme scheme using each line's sixth syllable.

Yoda stands behind me.
He grunts out some silly command.
With light saber in hand
I face an ugly band of Sith.
By my count, it's the fifth
Today. I guess that myth of "two—
No more, no less" is through!
If there were just a few, I'd say
They hid the rest away
And waited. Their plan? Slay us quick—
Like a Jedi mind trick—
To shock us in the thick of war.
It's hard to underscore
How much Jedi deplore bad guys
Who outthink us, the wise
Who're taken by surprise with this
Turn of events. Such is
The plight of Yoda. His fingers
Scratch his head, his lips purse
In frustration. With his slurred speech
And says, "Ummm. Fear beneath.
New depths the Dark Side reaches. New
Pain. Cloudy is my view.
The unexpected you must face."
And now I know my place.
I lead this merry chase and I
Get no help from the guy
Who sent me here to die. I hiss
As the Sith swing and miss:
"The oars are dry with this one, boy."

Monday, June 25, 2012

Meowly Yeowly

Named after the cat's favorite soda.

In the middle of the night,
Kitty gave us all a fright.
When we heard his awful wailing
We thought he was really ailing.
Turns out we were being taunted—
All that Kitty really wanted
Was an early morning snack.
Kitty's an insomniac.
Heed my "petty" caveat:
Want to sleep? Don't buy a cat.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

A King, A Ring & That Failure Thing

The coronation finally came.
The Heat and Thunder clashed; the Heat survived
And standing there, the trophy hoisted high,
King James smiled broadly…
True and deep-felt joy upon his face,
The burden lifted.

Nine years without a ring—a travesty,
According to the press and fans. Nine years
Of setting records, dazzling fans,
Of building hopes and dreams. Nine years
Of disappointment, poorly-handled deals,
And fans betrayed by childish needs.
He stood condemned. Magnificence
Can be a two-edged sword at times.

Childishness and childlikeness
Sound similar, but aren't the same
And we adults confuse the two.
We tell our children "don't grow up too fast,"
Then drive their childlike innocence away
While clinging to their brattish side:
"Boys will be boys," we say.
We fool ourselves:
Their bodies grow but not their vision;
They play the man but never join the team.

When such a one stands up and owns his past,
Says publicly he's not enough—
He's failed both he and us, and must
Improve both on and off the court—
Then does so, is that not enough?
Doesn't he deserve a second chance?
He shocks the world with newfound grace;
Now poised, he bears the burden
Of a king with ease and kindness.
Is this the man once hated with such venom?
Maybe it's no longer he
Who needs to see the error of his ways.

With luck, a manchild grows to be a man…
And maybe grows into a crown.
It seems as if LeBron has been so blessed
And I for one will celebrate with him.
All hail the new-crowned king;
May he reign well and long.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Yesterday Upon a Stair

Yesterday upon a stair
I saw a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
My family had me put away
For seeing men who weren't there…
But here at this "assisted care"
Facility, I still can see
That man because he followed me.

Supposedly the doctor here
Can make the "sane" me reappear
But he glares from the corridor
As I face my inquisitor.
Her endless questions don't convince
Me that I have no evidence
This poacher of my sanity
Exists and keeps on watching me.

Perhaps he is just in my mind,
A stalker of the psychic kind.
But see that pile of clothing there?
It's not my dirty underwear!

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Will's Return

The burden overwhelmed me. Drought had come.
I struggled with my pain. My glorious past
Might never come again, and I was lost.
The need to support myself choked my muse.
She left me to my own devices, crushed.
Deprived of her touch, the dry ground puckered.

But, in time, a new storm came. Thunder boomed
And the lightning flashed across my parched soul.
The torrents fell and drenched my once-blank page.
My thirsty muse found the well again filled.
She set a table, knowing my hunger.
When she cajoles, resistance is futile.

The desert blooms. I AM BACK!