Notes From The Grammar Police

"Home In" vs "Hone In"

If you're one who's given to, "Honing in"

 Then you might pause and think for a smidgen

To ask yourself why a messenger bird

  Is not called a "honing" pigeon. 

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Between You and ?

How often is said, "Between you and I"

When meaning, "Between you and me."

One would almost think the objective case

Has lost its relevancy.

But whatever the case, the posh-sounding "I" 

Is the choice as most people view it,

Unless, of course, you note how it sounds

when you add the "fencepost" to it.

I Wonder If Life They Imitate

I wonder if life they imitate, 

Those games sitting on my shelf ,

 Each sacrificed pawn accepting its fate, 

 Each domino blaming itself.

Speaking for Myself

"I'm accused of favoring dogs over people when in fact I favor whoever comes running when I whistle."

"I never hear of anything being part of a larger plan without wishing there were a smaller plan."

"If I distrust people different from me, it is because they are not different enough."

"You can reach an age, I've discovered, when even your sub-conscious has no desires."

It never fails.  Ask me to name the Seven Wharfs, I always forget, "Dock."

Companions

There are mem'ries I choose to live with no more,

 Though often we walk the same lonely shore,

Or pause in the night 'neath the same pale moon, 

Or stop for a late one at the same saloon.

"Seaburn" Ken Devine at kendevineart.com

Some are sad for many reasons.

 Some are sad for none.

But saddest is the lonely heart

Who's sad for only one.

Something On The Lighter Side

 Deep in the desert I came to a stall

Surrounded by sand and cactus.

My steaming car needed water, that's all,

So I said to myself, "I'll practice."

I got my golf clubs out of the trunk,

Took aim for the open spaces,

I let  'er rip and heard, "Kerplunk!"

I'd found the nearest oasis. 

Just Outside Our Door

How oft nostalgia conjures up

Some happiness of yore,

Or fancy paints some wistful dream 

Of happiness in store,

Whilst all the while the happiness

Our heart so hungers for

Sits scarcely to our left or right

Or just outside our door.

This Morning In The Glade

 

"What says the secret whispering 

Aloft among the pines? 

What stirs the anxious twittering

Down deep amidst the vines?

What lures the mournful wail 

From some creature in the shade?

What cosmic message circulates

 This morning in the glade?"