Long Live the King

Another poem for my latest work. Sureshot the King. Publishing soon.

Countless water drops form a sea

How many grains of sand make a beach?

Dense the forest is with mighty trees

Yet with so many is their one unique?

Or the rocks that line a river bed?

Like endless graves that mark the dead

Stars that fill a dark night sky

They look so similar to my eye

Lives are lived and yet are always lost

Warm summer days give way to winter frost

Those we loved remain just in thought

They joy we shared and our battles fought

Still across the land we often sing

About the honor, legend of a king

Most will die and in dirt remain

A few live on as immortal sovereign

A Lament for the Dodgers

Wrote this a few years ago and the pain has only grown!

Oh, Dodgers how I love you
I will love you evermore

Even though your lack of winning
Has made me very sore

Yes, four West titles are grand
A very nice accomplishment

Yet no world series victory
Since Ronald Reagan president

I was but a lad when last the blue
Hoisted the beflagged trophy

Years now of enduring through
Poor trades and wastes of money

Meanwhile the enemy has won
Three times in a mere five years

Forced to watch and wish them ill
In agony I wiped away my tears

You have the greatest pitcher
Of this modern baseball age

Kershaw is a wonder to watch
As he racks up tens of Ks

Now rookie of the year!
Seager is a marvel

A silver slugger as well
So young, so much potential

Still the struggle and still the strife
Every game is a scramble

For a rotation to pitch through six
BAs against lefties a shamble

Still I don my Dodger Blue
Defend my team to the enemy

So many mocking jabs and jeers
They insult and laugh at me

Please Dodgers I need you to improve
Beat the D-Backs Rocks and Giants

Find a groove, a roll, a swing
Bring home some more pennants

And in October don’t let me down
Beat the mighty Cubs

Prove to me and everyone
You are the greatest club

I’ll bleed blue till the day I die
I’ll never give up hope

So please find a way to win
And bring the trophy home


In reflecting on my own writing style lately I noticed I use quite a few similes.

I love them like a bear loves honey.

I use them like a chef uses salt to improve the meal.

I find them so useful to improve my writing and help keep it interesting. I wonder sometimes whether they distract the reader.

Perhaps they ruin the writing like an off note in a song.

Maybe they are unneeded like an umbrella on a sunny day.

But regardless, they tend to find their way into my writing and are simply part of the style I developed over many years of writing…

Like a fruity note in a wine

or like a tree that slowly bends towards the sun…

ok, fine, you get it.

5000 Words

It’s on. Two years after starting Sureshot 3 and I am committed to finishing it before I go back to work. I’m on track. Piece of cake. I decided I would write 5000 words a day and knock this out in a week. I got this.

I was a little worried that the pace was too fast but I sat my butt in my chair, at my desk and just kept writing until I hit the mark. Yesterday was a good test. I got off to a decent start even though it was a late start. I wrote 1500 words fairly quickly. I broke for lunch and then got another 1000 done. Then I hit a wall.

I was out of energy. The words were simply not flowing. So, I mixed it up. Committed to getting to 5000 and only half way there I decided to lay down for a minute. I didn’t want to fall asleep, but instead just relax and meditate a bit on what I was going to write next.

Then I hopped up and went running. It was literally 100 degrees out so I ran quarter mile laps around the block. I did that five times with short breaks in between. I often have solid ideas in between those laps and indeed I had a few.

Dripping sweat I jumped in the shower; a nice cool shower. Then immediately back at it. The last 2500 words were easy. I was crushing it on the keyboard. Word after word, line after line and page after page I broke my 5000 word goal. I was thrilled.

A few more days and I will be all finished with the draft and move on to the easy part, editing.

Well… let’s see how quickly I can hit the 5000 goal today. Cheers!


We launched model rockets this morning and this is the little rhyme that came of it in my mind…

1, 2, 3 launch!

Leave this world behind

Fly away so high

And hopefully you find

Something better

1, 2, 3 launch!

For back here on earth

The place of our birth

We’ve forgotten life’s worth

Sadly so 

1, 2, 3 launch!

God’s speed my son

Your journey has begun

The first victory you’ve won

The courage to venture

1, 2, 3 launch!

Don’t you dare turn round

It’s freedom you’ve found

There’s none here on the ground

Find a better place

1, 2, 3 launch!

It pains me to see your go

I will sob deeply although

In my heart I know

You’re much better off

1, 2, 3 launch!

When you find something better

Please send dear dad a letter

And the rest of us poor beggars

Where the promised land lies