Category Archives: Poetry

Cut Lip

I cut my lip
shaving this morning
I won't be perfect for my last day
of work as
a teacher

This is the
focus of my life
right now

This cut lip
is like everything
else in life—it 
doesn't matter to
you and soon enough
will matter not 
to me either

With the scab formed
it is unlikely I
will meet my mate

What gorgeous woman
will I attract with
this cut?

I am not
the best representation of
myself today

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

It's the most wonderful time of the year
The students are testing
And the bugs are all pesting
This teacher is full of good cheer
It's the most wonderful time of the year

It's the hap-happiest season of all
No more parent-teacher meetings
Nor tests with kids cheating
Bartender please pour cocktails for all
It's the hap-happiest season of all

Soon there'll be caches for posting
No work I'll be boasting
My face permanently a-glow
There'll be happy, fun stories
And tales of the glories of
Living purposely slow

It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be flights on Boeing
And events to be going
When work I don't have to appear
It's the most wonderful time
Yes, the most wonderful time
Oh, the most wonderful time
Of the year


I used CHatGPT last evening. I unputted: Poem about sister geocaching in Istanbul and was returned this:

Sister, in the ancient city of Istanbul,
With map and compass in your hand,
You wander through the streets so full,
To find the treasures in the land.

Geocaching is your chosen game,
To hunt for boxes of surprise,
To search the city without shame,
With eager and watchful eyes.

The old bazaars and winding streets,
The mosques with domes so grand,
The river banks and ancient seats,
Are places where you take a stand.

With each new find, your heart does race,
As you sign your name with glee,
And leave behind your own small trace,
For others to come and see.

Sister, you make this city shine,
With geocaching as your guide,
And every treasure that you find,
Brings joy that will forever abide.

I then sent it to my sister who is geocaching in Instanbul. Her response was, “Wow! That describes the stop so well. Did you write this?”

Ultimately, this stuff scares me, but I will say, it’s a lot of fun.