by Susan Ternyey, Nov 2025 When I go wheelin’ ’round, my Big Wheels are in back, the power behind my motion, while the little wheels in front steer my course. For some, the Big Wheels are the Big Cheeses, whether aged or new. May they bring good taste to the fore, and after providing sustenance. Continue reading “Big Wheels”
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Plucky Little Duck
by ST, 10 Mar 2024 There once was a ducky named Pluck,Hitched a ride in a red farmer truck;When the farmer truck stoppedOut ducky pluckily hopped–Unluckily poor Plucky got plucked. Was ducky dinner or down?We may ask with a frown,But whichever he wereUnlucky ’tis sureHe hitched his last ride into town.
Spring Haiku & Limerick
by ST, early 1990s & today Spring Haiku Plump Spring rain drops plop On rich brown or green earth drop Yellow daffodils up pop. Green Limerick We all like a touch o’ the green: By bank it’s a-growin’ & flowin’ in streams! Accounts do account, Amounts do amount, But then we awake from our dreams.
Pumpkin & Mouse: a parable
by ST, mid 1980s A pumpkin among many in a pumpkin patch, a mouse with a crust of bread to pack; each thought of the other but little or none; the mouse scurried by trying to get things done, the pumpkin sat stationary: content to just soak up sun. But someone knew how great aContinue reading “Pumpkin & Mouse: a parable”
Reasonable Reasoning
by ST, mid 1980s Upon one’s contemplating one’s own self Oftimes one laughs to see Just how unreasonably one does reason. And exerting one’s logic ends illogically. “Illogical it may seem, but logical it is,” So reasons one’s reason when another reasons not . . . Musingly one listens to the other’s point, And wondersContinue reading “Reasonable Reasoning”
Strange Creature
by ST, early 1980s How funny you look– Why were you made that way? Maybe your Maker mistook . . . What? I’m the funny-looker, you say? Well pardon me, I should inquire politely, “How do you do?” whatever you do. But rather I would ask, “What can and do you do?” I study you,Continue reading “Strange Creature”
Perspectives of the Bugged
by ST, early 80’s I used to like potato bugs, But now they infest our basement rug. They used to tickle me as they crawled on my skin; Now I hate them, kith and kin. Their rolling in a ball was then a fascination, Now enemies all, I favor their extinction.
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