by Ron Sokol | Jan 31, 2021 | Poems
It’s not my fault Dad took me to baseball games and I swooned He loved it the crowd the noise the chatter food sounds so many unique sounds and even the aroma We held hands on the way home win or lose The other guys were bums are bums that’s how it is...
by Ron Sokol | Jan 29, 2021 | Poems
Are you partial to a fairy tale ending a happy conclusion an uplifting story that tugs at the heart strings like a great harpist? If you are that makes two of us Some times I just like to look at a harp not strum it but pretend to hear the sound (Others do as well)...
by Ron Sokol | Jan 25, 2021 | Poems
I hurried home had to figure out how I could possibly capture that face Saw this little boy at the park reaching up toward a tree branch where a bird was singing He was enthralled he was excited he pointed and told his mom and told anyone “Look look look!”...
by Ron Sokol | Jan 23, 2021 | Poems
“I am not sure what Grandpa said is true that you get smarter drinking Bourbon that it clears the mind and refreshes the soul… remember that?” “Grandpa said a lot of things but what you forget is his very favorite saying of all: Find any excuse...
by Ron Sokol | Jan 3, 2021 | Poems
I would make a terrible zombie particularly if it means you really have to eat humans Yuck I vastly prefer fruit Humans taste like chicken? My God, enough Too salty too much fat Too much wiggling The very idea is awful Awful! And, when do you sleep? Your breath alone...
