Two Limericks for Where My Head Is

Deadly Limerick

The AR-15 was built with but one intent

The bodies its bullets they rent

Civilian use can’t explain

Why those bullets still rain

Into children, to school society sent

Will More?

How many more innocents need die

Before we have no tears left to cry

We must speak up to fight

You really need this “right”

To own the AR-15, tell me why?

Working my way through this latest tragedy. I sure hope we can stop saying that. I am moved by the young people of Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School and the passion to create change.


For What Reason

I watched Patton Oswalt say,

‘They say, “Things happen for a reason.”

Michelle Eileen McNamara would say,

“No they don’t. There’s only chaos and kindness.”‘

This struck me. Is he right? Was she right?

Well here’s what I think. Maybe there is only chaos and kindness and certainly chaos is what occurred in Parkland, Florida at the Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. Chaos is what has occurred for a long time when it comes to semi-automatic weapons and the unfettered access we have to them. Kindness is what happens in the rebound of these repeated tragedies but that only provides temporary comfort for those with forever holes in their hearts.

I cried this morning on the way to work when I heard each name spoken with some treasured thing about each of the deceased. But they aren’t the only victims. The chaos make victims of every survivor at the school, every family and friend connected to those deceased and survived, the entire community, teachers and children every where, our nation.

The names of the deceased need to be spoken aloud to learn the depths of despair and depravity.

Alyssa Alhadeff, 14

Scott Beigel, 35

Martin Duque Anguiano, 13

Nicholas Dworet, 17

Aaron Feis, 37

Jaime Guttenberg, 14

Chris Hixon, 49

Luke Hoyer, 15

Cara Loughran, 14

Gina Montalto, 14

Joaquin Oliver, 17

Alaina Petty, 14

Meadow Pollack, 18

Helena Ramsay, 17

Alex Schlachter, 14

Carmen Schentrup, 16

Peter Wang, 15

They were musicians, athletes, Merit Scholar semifinalists, coaches, mentors, sisters, brothers, fathers. All innocent and all part of this ongoing tragedy that only we, in the greatest nation in the history of the Earth, can do nothing about.

Say their names, go back and say the names of the other victims, giving back to Columbine and beyond. They deserve to be spoken and heard. Do something positive to get beyond the chaos and dive into the kindness. Reach out, share love. You are a human being doing.


Today is all there is

More precisely now

While we can

And should

Plan, look forward to


We must live

For now

Be here now

Do now

What needs to be done


I know now

That what needs to

Be done now

Is share



‪My word‬

My word is my bond

What we can go on

Not just some triviality

Handshake for contract

Not to later retract

This is a true morality

I hope as we proceed

More will adopt this indeed

& not further culture’s amorality

Let’s all take a stand

Find an integrity man

And protect the US of A


Who am I and who

are you?

Who is the me,

what am I to do?

Who is the you

you were intended to be?

Who should care

about you or me?

You should for me

and I for you,

for without those












we are all screwed

‪Here We Are‬

Wherever you go

There you are

Your mind will take you


Near and far

Whoever you become

That’s who to be

So be kind and honest

How you treat them and me

And in the end

Wherever we went

Spreading love

Is the best things

We’ve sent

I love you

By far

Here we are

‪POETwitteRY 422‬

A little bit anxious

and wanting to hide.

What have we come to,

where is our pride?

Where is the truth,

who’s in our side?

There is no real discourse,

it’s us versus them.

Will unfortunate history

repeat here, again?

I will hope, pray, fight

For what is right.

I hope my anxiety and concern are merely foolishness and that what is just and within our laws will prevail. I’d rather not have these concerns but it looks like I’ll need to have my fears and concerns disproven.

‪POETwitteRY 411‬

What’s the 411?


Irrefutable truth

The scientific kind,


Not pulled out your behind

Facts checked

Proven again repeatedly

By another more skilled

& not TweedleDee

So let’s take well

What’s scientifically shown

Not not believe

But show we’ve grown

‪POETwitteRY 409‬

There is a fine line


creating beautiful

previously unimagined


but also

and unfortunately

about the unintended

(or maybe intended)


of boorish behavior

And yet he persists……

What is above is my poem for today. The number 409 in the title makes me think fondly of the song 409 by The Beach Boys. Just what is needed to counter the tragic dichotomy of what’s in the poem.