Each month, two friends and I share a haiku we have written with each other. We each write a narrative about each of the three haikus, and then we meet to read what we've written. This is such an enjoyable and meaningful process. And above all, it is a learning process, played out individually and … Continue reading Haiku Narratives: Monthly Discussion
I am but a blade of grass but still as great as thee Source of all blessings You bless us with simple pleasures A good book, a smile from a passing person, smells of coffee and lilacs. May we welcome and fully experience these timeless treasures.* *A h/t to Br. David Steindl-Rast … Continue reading I Am But A Blade Of Grass
There’s nothing more profound Than a woman who's ungowned There’s something sadly funny About a picture of my tummy. Here’s a one-word mystery Why's there no book of kisstory? Here’s a five-word line endeavor Clever? Me? Never! Everywhere’s such a drag For mystics to claim and brag Everywhere is nowhere, so they say … Continue reading Here, There, Everywhere – Playing Around With Words
Today’s Merriam-Webster Word Of The Day is “knackered”, which means tired or exhausted. I actually have used this word in an essay lately. It is a descriptive, fun word that is not used much, at least on this side of the Atlantic. There are words I have written in my journal that I would … Continue reading Savoring Speech
You and I, we two, us, altogether Have, had, hold, held, Cared for, Loved with, Cried about So much. I followed you everywhere To your dreams, to what you love about life, To new thoughts, ideas, philosophies, To your anguish about this or that. Us’n, we had something didn’t we? But I was … Continue reading My Heart Is Broken
Everyone is focused on the children The innocents The helpless The ones who don’t understand, can’t. Who can’t imagine why they are living In hell. The ones who are just kids who want to play outside. That is the right priority. But I wonder about the process of selling your soul So you … Continue reading What Does It Take To Sell Your Soul
MK: Well, the great song writers will not be worrying about me as competition, but it's fun to play with lyrics. A Country Song for Every Country Girl Lyrics by Michael Kroth Here’s a lover’s tune for every country girl who never had her name in any country song. Here’s for every single … Continue reading A Country Song for Every Country Girl
Professor Keating surely pushed the boundaries at Welton Academy, didn’t he? We all know this story, don’t we? It’s fictional, found in the movie The Dead Poet’s Society, but in it we see the courage of teachers who will simply not be confined to soul-sucking constraints, mustn’t we?. Welton is conservative, it’s a … Continue reading Breaking the Rules (Written or Otherwise): Dead Poet’s Society Re-Viewed
I wrote these lyrics for one of those kind of upbeat church service bands with drums, guitars, and such. It's probably sacrilegious but I don't mean it to be. I'm not a musician so I can't complete the song, but I still can feel the melody and the beat inside as I read this. Maybe … Continue reading I am the Prodigal Son
The 33rd meeting of the Poetry Groupies of America There once was a girl from Broadway, Who wrote poems from morn to midday. She slept on her couch With computer and mouse And woke to compose verse 'bout subways. ~Michael Kroth Originally Posted On Facebook No Publisher Will Touch It, 2-25-18 Mr. Bartender … Continue reading Hey Profound Bartender
The Profound Bartender 
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