Other Works
Here are a few snippets from other projects I am working on. Keep an eye out for future poems, short stories, and selected chapters. I always appreciate feedback so please reach out with any comments or questions!
People
People are bad, and people are good.
People can really be misunderstood.
They’re Happy and sad and mad and glad,
They’re nice and mean, and all in between.
Some people make money, and some others that don’t.
Some people love cities and some people love boats.
Many love mountains and outdoors and trees,
Some love movies and the beech and the breeze.
A list of what people like has no ending,
A list of a billion is just the beginning!
Hundreds of thousand of people are short,
And thousands of millions of all other sorts.
People come in all shapes and colors,
People aren’t always nice to each other.
Since every person is also a people,
We shouldn’t treat them like a mean, gross beetle.
High fives and waves and hugs are all awesome,
Not many people think they are above ‘em.
They believe in kindness and they believe in niceness
They believe in trying-as-hard-as-you-can-ness
People have ups that will sometimes turn down,
People have fantastic reasons to show off a frown.
People have sad times that last for a while,
And then warm happy days that force out a smile.
Weird and silly is a fine way to be!
As is serious and calm, yes siree!
Some say that the nice guy is last,
But to be good and kind is a blast.
Be grateful and welcome to all that you see,
Because they all deserve is, most definitely.
Be friends with people who are different than you,
It’s ok because you’re different from them too!
It’s ok if they’re clothes don’t look like yours do,
Learn from they’re style and try something new!
It’s ok to be you, because they can be them,
No matter who is who they can be friends.
People are people, that’s the best way to report it.
So let people be people, sit back and enjoy it!
What’s in a book?
Why should you read? What’s in a book?
What a really great question! So let’s take a look!
There are great heroes and bad guys,
And don’t forget mystical masked guys.
There are ladies and queens,
And Monsters that scream.
You can go to the stars
And vacation on mars.
You can dive in the seas for long-lost gold bars.
You can fight off an illness that you’re tired of feeling,
And learn to build a sky-high tall building.
In a book, you can learn all about love,
And learn the flight patterns of migrating doves.
Outside of a book you probably won’t be the president,
But inside a page, you’re the White House’s main resident.
A spy, cowboy, genie, or ghost,
Which of those would you like the most?
None of those are quite to your liking?
What about a monstrous bearded Viking?
Do you remember what you want for Christmas?
In a book, you can quadruple your wishlist!
You can have a car, a boat and a jet,
You can keep a black bear as a nice pet.
You can learn facts about our planet,
Or befriend a talking rabbit.
Find pictures of mountains that you never have seen,
Or read a quick poem about magical beans.
Learn the truth of kingdoms of old
And of real-life heroes, whose actions were bold.
Learn about cities and dogs and cats,
Learn about Winston Churchill’s hat!
You can learn to play sports to write a report,
Or read a drama of a lawyer in court.
A book is black lines scratched onto a page,
But the words can free our souls from a cage.
If you don’t read, that’s probably just fine,
But if your souls longs for an adventure like mine,
Then buckle up in a warm cozy blanket,
(And if you got snacks, hey! we’ll take it)
Because a book is a world the author has made,
So go off! Never look back and don’t be afraid!
EightBit-O’Kabbit
EightBit O-Kabbit, Hadda Strange habit
Of fighting all sorts of weird beasts.
The people, they loved him Because of his stardom
And threw him all kinds of fun feasts.
In this same story, Which isn’t too gory,
He fought the Dragon of Least
This tiny serpent wasn’t too fervent
On leaving the people in peace.
He did not kill, but with a voice that is shrill
He made riddles in the small town of Treace.
The questions he riddled confused and befiddled
And made them all burst at the seams
When MR. O’Kabbit finally had had it
He confronted the Dragon of Least
The question was asked “What dies in the past
Yet always arrives in the east?”
That question was easy clearly too breezy
‘Cause without the thing we’d all freeze
The answer’s the sun- go home, boy, you’re done
Leave these poor people in peace
One final question is all I requester
Now try and answer me these:
What is the area of a trapezoid with a height of six feet, base of nine feet, and a second base of thirteen feet? Assume that base one and two are parallel and that the height is perpendicular to both bases.
Poor EightBit O’Kabbit was never a math wiz,
It was as if his learning had ceased.
O’Kabbit wondered and thought and considered a lot
Before consulting the priest
Oh how in the world can they give the right word
That’ll cause the questioners to cease?
They looked at the stars and Venus and Mars
But their confusion only increased
That mean old dragon stood simply a laughin’
Not caring at all in the least
O’Kabbit was furious still even more curious
But the pieces could not be re-pieced
Had he lost his ability and all his tranquility
And would leave all his people deceased?
He decided to guess, and to try all his best
So he the mean Dragon of Least
“I think,” he said,
The question stuck in his head,
His brow scrunched and furrowed and creased
“My answer is coming, my brain is a-humming
Your answer is 66 square feet’s?
The Dragon then screamed
He squirmed and he squeemed
But had to admit his defeat.
The contest was done-O’Kabbit had won
The people all safely policed
The moral is simple without causing a ripple
Just study for math tests, please!