Beauty Is

What is beauty?  Many beautiful things are short and sweet.  So is my poem.  I hope you enjoy.


I wrote "Mirage" using the Imagism style, with a generous portion of alliteration thrown in for good measure.  A definition of Imagism is given after the poem.  Don't stare at the sun without proper eye protection!

Never Satisfied

Seems like we're never satisfied.  If you're an adolescent you want to be an adult.  If you're older you want to be younger.  And on and on and on.  Why can't we just be content and enjoy what we have at any given time?

Castles in the Sand

Picture a man’s solitary stroll on a sandy seaside,Early time of day, just a short time after low tide, Water almost calm, gentle waves lapping the shore, Early morning sun brilliantly blazing the horizon. Feel the wonderful breeze…smell the salty ocean air… See, hear the jaegers, gulls and terns flying without a care. The soothing sounds of the wind, water and gulls Are suddenly intruded upon by the sad cries of a small child. "What's wrong?" the man kindly asks, as he kneels next to her. "Someone knocked down my sandcastle," is her reply, tears flowing. "Don't worry little one, I'll help you build another." To the little girl's delight, the man smooths away the sand, In preparation for a newer, bigger, better sandcastle. Soon his concentration is broken by frantic cries for help. Looking out over the water, he sees a tiny figure, Desperately clinging to one of the buoys marking the deep-water. Running to the water’s edge, he …

Toney's Quotables

Often times I'm asked what my work schedule is like.  Because my work schedule varies depending on the time of year, I came up with a response that is both efficient and fun for me at the same time:
"I work 24 hours a day
7 days a week
365 days a year
and every 4 years
I work an extra day
just for the heck of it"

I know the response by heart, I say it fast, and they end up either laughing or shaking their heads, and then our conversation can move on to bigger and better things.  Sometimes. . . maybe. . . Unless they ask me the same question again, hoping to get a more definitive response. Of course, I give them the same answer every time they ask.  That's why I know it by heart and can say it fast.  That's why people groan when someone new comes up and asks me about my work schedule.  They know what's coming.  Because I'm consistent.  That's a good thing, yeah?

Yvonne's Swan Song

Dedicated to all victims of bullying, which includes girls & boys of all ages, sizes and backgrounds.  (That includes me too.)

Yvonne was very, very, very happy. She loved her mother.
She loved her brother Phillip.
And she loved swans.
Oh, did she ever love swans!She loved the way they looked
With their smooth, fluffy feathers,
And colorful beaks of orange, yellow and red.
She would watch them for hours
As they glided over water
In the pond at the park.Her favorite thing was when two swans
Would get close, ever so close,
Head to head, forming a heart
With their beautiful, curved necks.Her next favorite thing was
When baby swan cygnets
Would bunch together,
Closely following behind their mother.She loved swans so much that she
Made a song about them.
Yvonne called it her Swan Song."Oh, lovely swan, as you swim in the pond,
Your baby cygnets play-I could watch them all day!
Whatever I do, when I think about you
I wonder if you think about me too!"
Yvonne sang her swan song
All the way to school …

It's Your Upper Lip

When I was just a lad
When smelling something bad
I'd go right to my mother
"Mom, I hate to be a bother...
But tell me, please, what is it?"     "It's your upper lip.""My upper lip?" said I
You make me want to cry.
"Oh don't you go and choke,
You must see it's a joke!"
"Please explain to me, do tell
Our upper lips don't smell!"    "When you smell a read bad stink
      And someone asks you what you think
     What's right below your nose?
     Quick now, everybody knows."My face couldn't get redder
I started feeling better.
I couldn't help but giggle
My upper lip did wiggle.
Jumping up and down with glee
I said "I see, I see, I see..."Ever since that funny day
When someone comes my way
Asking "That awful smell, what is it?"
My reply is always quick,"It's your upper lip!"

Poet's notes:
Poetry form: Rhyme