Category Archives: About Top Pun

Be forewarned, the poetry of my life may jump off the page… Something Else I linger A mist My poetry If your heart desires Too fine me Loiter about Or not Fore just perhaps I have jumped off the page … Continue reading →

On love and poetry… Word Given, Worth Taken “Love is the sickness and the cure.” –paraphrase from movie, “Shakespeare in Love” I give you my word Sometimes scene As dis ease That soully I have Proferring one too you Witch … Continue reading →

When in doubt, go flamboyant. Stoicism kills… Something Else Some of the buy standers took Step back wards Never the less A small crowd gathered Stairing into something else Bigger Then life When it comes to Drowning In seriousness There … Continue reading →

On and Off Agin Regarding the One My mom would say I AM On A jag Perhaps from the great Beyond And still Fathom less others Just Might as well Declare You’re off The wall Yeah The One With the … Continue reading →

Perspective matters. An Indigenous Peephole I live In abandon In awe that is A parent Razed Bye religiosity In the plays Where reverence metes irreverence Truth lives In the neighborhood of paradox As an indigenous peephole Peering Into awe of … Continue reading →

Sisyphean Poetry Is it passable Too make that grade Steeped In word plays What Say you I awe ready Have a pun name So you can pass On calling Me big D In a class by myself You may only … Continue reading →

I hope that my poetry is more than just, pretty words… The Prettiest Words They mirrorly wanted A proving poetry Soully in ploying The prettiest words Without shadow cast Out and out The flatter The better And if truth fully … Continue reading →

You had me at given freely… The Receipts on Me Life had the receipts On me Given Taken Freely Super naturally Brought Ensouled In voice And udder silence Check pleas Never fully no’ing Life A ledge her Yet holy grasping … Continue reading →

This poem is a follow-up or sequel to a very short poem that I wrote 13 years earlier: Everything reminds me of everything else. See blog entry on this poem. The follow-up adds a feel-good sense to knowing that everything … Continue reading →

This poem is about my experience writing poetry, where I as the author get a singular portion of the experience, probably more that those relegated to reading merely the final product. This poem is a cousin to my poem:  My … Continue reading →

SPOILER ALERT: I’ve learned that the instant someone starts looking at their phone, they are no longer present to me, and I shut up. Multi-tasking is a myth. To Shut Me Up If you wont To shut me up Pick … Continue reading →