"I Want To Be A Storyteller"

Above all else
I want to be a storyteller

To be a weaver of words
A purveyor of tales
To razzle, dazzle
And maybe entertain

To tie up readers
With many-knotted plots
Twists and turns,
And truths I’ve learned

To build and build
And then to climax
When my noble barbarian
Unearths the magic axe

Above all else
I want to be a storyteller
But wouldn’t you know it?
Thus far, I’m just a poet

"In Expectation Of Ultrasound"

What will I see?
Boy or girl
What will it be?

Mama and me
want movement to see
so she had for breakfast
eggs, toast, and coffee

"In Honor Of The Last Day Of Finals"

I’ve ridden ‘coasters
I’ve been at sea
I need a new thrill
But what could it be?

I’ll soon be a dad
I’ve trotted the globe
Oh I know!
I’ll go to work wearing a robe!

I woke up next morn
Excited and ‘freshed
Prepped myself
And then got dressed

Coworkers questioned
Passengers just stared
I forgot to tell you
I hadn’t combed my hair

My boss took me aside.
Made me promise, made me swear.
"Please tell me the truth," he begged.
"Are you naked under there?"

The boss of my boss
Showed up with his daughter
Now I’m finished!
Surely headed for slaughter

My effort for a new
Finals tradition
Had instead become
An act of sedition

Too few had applauded
"Enough is enough,"
I said to myself,
"I’m going home…to be in the buff."

"A Kiss Blown"

A kiss blown
A seed sown
Love blossoms later that evening

Battlesong: "Eldorthâne"

This man, in battle-dress arrayed,
could fight but rather would sing
I speak of Eldorthâne—
the Lyric-King