POEM: A Wiled Woman

Posted on May 7, 2026 by Top Pun

Here is the ekphrastic poem (based on another work of art) that I submitted as this year’s entry to the Toledo Museum of Art’s poetry contest. I won by not winning, maintaining my amateur status. This poem is in honor of awe of the wild women out there…

Tapestry with Wild Woman Riding a Unicorn

Tapestry with Wild Woman Riding a Unicorn by Gilles Le Castre, Flemish, about 1500–25.

A Wiled Woman

She lives
In what
Might be called
Common daze
When she counters a seemingly fierce lyin’
Dwelling in the forced
Scaring smaller creatures
When she vouches fore awe of the earth
The soul point of being
A beautiful unicorn
Is having no need of a “permit”
As there is only won
I ride on
Uncorrected

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POEM: Cheeto Wrapper

Posted on May 6, 2026 by Top Pun

Yo yo, the Bully-in-chief is still vying for a Nobel Peace Prize…

Cheeto Wrapper

Cheeto President TrumpYo yo
We’re on the brink
Of total permanent peace
Or absolute annihilation
Yo yo
We interrupt this dark spectacle
The live theater of war
With that cliché rustle
Of the Cheeto wrapper
Yo yo
Pain know tension
Too The Man™
Up to his elbow in an empty bag
And stained hands
Mumbling sum thing a bout
It is just
Annoys

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POEM: Rooting for Light

Posted on May 5, 2026 by Top Pun

The darkest nights produce the brightest stars…

Rooting for Light

Firmly planted
In the hole, why’d whirled
He found himself
Going to dark places
Awe ^ the more ^ sow
As baring the lighten dark

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POEM: Stair Well, If You Can

Posted on May 4, 2026 by Top Pun

This poem is a reflection on the race to the bottom that we often rationalize ourselves into when faced with insecurities…

Stair Well, If You Can

They were faced
With two sets of stairs
Up
And down
Dark
Unknown
Given choice
Gravity
Winning
They descended
From along lyin’
Of heirs

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POEM: Hard to Reed

Posted on May 3, 2026 by Top Pun

When the strongest winds hit, it’s even better to be a reed than a mighty oak…

Hard to Reed

He is a kin
So so might
He oaks around
Little nuts
Who just
Helled there ground
Still
He dances
In the light breeze
And compassed within
The darkest hurry can
Bows prayerfully
In the I of the centeredness
A mist
Fallen trees
And rising tides
Not withstanding
Mysteriously moving
Hard to reed
Even a storm rider
Syncing up
With awe around

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POEM: My, My, My

Posted on April 26, 2026 by Top Pun

I prefer life with awesome saws…

My, My, My

My feet are on the ground
My head is in the heavens
My heart spills beyond horizons
Wear life is bigger still
Accept may be
The see
And awe
That due

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POEM: As Airs to the Thrown

Posted on April 25, 2026 by Top Pun

I suspect that it is no coincidence that America loves zombie apocalypse movies. How many will be surprised that “normal” brings societal collapse? This poem speaks to this zeitgeist of our age, our moral childishness.

I think of this as mostly driven, or at least exemplified, by our tolerance of ecological collapse; however, globalized capitalism profiting off our own destruction may be the core depravity. Either way, our disregard for natural limits in nature or human decency will lead us to grievous ends. Pay now with courage and regard for ancient wisdom, or pay later…

As Airs to the Thrown

The whirled is getting
Smaller and smaller
Until we run out
In plan it B
Knot to mention see
Let a loan be
Intransigent
Upend till
Our lust chants
Awe hail lucid nation
Until hour last will and test meant
A decided con jury
Yet so so many
Will be found dumbfounded
As airs to the thrown
Soully sullied
Dead walking still

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POEM: Nobodies, Boy

Posted on April 23, 2026 by Top Pun

I am a big fan of nobodies, as in “Nobodies gonna do that!”

Nobodies, Boy

I am a boy
Yet I am nobody’s boy
Boy, I am a nobody
A nobody among nobodies
Weave got it awe
Together
Us nobodies

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POEM: Awe is Won

Posted on April 20, 2026 by Top Pun

Violence is a low bar where people go to pound down, that unquenchable thirst…

Awe is Won

When life is divided
There are too fundamental questions
Violence is the answer
Two neither

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POEM: Living in My Mined

Posted on April 19, 2026 by Top Pun

This poem is about sorting out what is mine and not mine…

Living in My Mined

I searched the whirled
It was what
It was all a bout
And soully after
A sweeping
Inspection
And awe-embracing travails
Did I
Whys up
What was mine
To mine

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POEM: Showing Up

Posted on April 19, 2026 by Top Pun

There is no gift like the present. Just say “YES” to presence…

Showing Up

May I
Just
Show up
With nothing in hand
Accept enveloping arms
Offering presence
That assurest invitation
Sow much more than
What we may no

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POEM: Not My Own

Posted on April 18, 2026 by Top Pun

I was razed on autonomy, the notion that I am the captain of my own destiny; I suspect that this is like water to fish in American culture. The shadow of this is being a control freak. I have learned that life is much, much bigger than me. I live in a sea of grace AND vagaries — often sublimely beautiful, often ignorant and unkind. I have learned that the antidote for overdosing on the illusion of control is letting go and letting God. Fortunately, I have a profound sense of a beneficent universe, a loving God, with deep harmonies and order that I cannot fully see in the whirled of chaos and hurt. This poem is a tip of the hat to the 99.9999999999% of the cosmos that I have no control over…

Not My Own

I am
Knot the author of life
In naked truth
I am
Barely the author of my own
Life
Amor likely
Then knot
The sores of my own being
In that vane temp
I, I, captain
Of awe that
I am
As mirror vagaries
Ahead beclouded
A heart shrouded
As overcast that mettle
In that crucible of now
And unsettled prospects
And what remains
Moltin’
Taking to the shed
Fore a beaten
As won
And unending seconds
May I have another
Surly
Thank you
Fore the heart of life
Not my own

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POEM: Mortality Creeps

Posted on April 17, 2026 by Top Pun

This poem is about our gerontocracy, particularly in Congress, even more so the Senate. I suspect that even in our broader culture the general accrual of power and wealth with “seniority” is the larger dynamic. I fear that in our largest looming existential crisis, climate chaos, the simple fact of being much closer to one’s own death than the average person blunts the saliency and importance of avoiding global calamity. I hope to only grow more radical as long as I get to grow older…

Mortality Creeps

The gerontocracy ruse
The whirled
The dying plan it
As mortality creeps

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POEM: Hollowed Be His Name

Posted on April 16, 2026 by Top Pun

The name of Trump will surly be a villain in world history. Let US make this come swiftly…

Hollowed Be His Name

Halve you herd
The real state guy
And the grate US
Billed her of Brooklyn bridges
And boarder lyin’ walls
The Don metes realty
Sow much bigger
Then himself
Hollowed be his name

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POEM: A Door, Me

Posted on April 15, 2026 by Top Pun

I’ve added a poem for my Trump Jesus “doctored” image…

A Door, Me

I am the weigh
The truth, lite
A door, me
Unhinged
The King of Kings
With no close
Leading no wear

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Trump Jesus “Doctored”

Posted on April 14, 2026 by Top Pun

I couldn’t resist doctoring this pic. Trump claimed that in his Trump Jesus picture that he was a doctor, more red cross than wooden cross. Of course, everyone knows that the light goes in the other end to properly disinfect…

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POEM: Yore Superpower

Posted on April 14, 2026 by Top Pun

A poem about Disruptor-in-chief Trump’s super power of not caring hastening the accostly rot of American power and empire…

Yore Superpower

Hour dear leader
In his wish caste
Did reckon
His super power
Knot caring
That Trump it
Of his own
Specious of victory
That calumny nation
His peak for fit
Dead on a rival
And awe that remains
A power full lyin’ backer
Sow moving
The goal post
His virtual realty
As if
Ever more
TD US
And what might be
The soul accost
And blood letting
Of buy gones
Be bye gones
As sum kind
Of surpassing reckoning
And amor sow caring

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POEM: Little Donnie Going, Home

Posted on April 13, 2026 by Top Pun

Little Donnie’s inner chide, finds its home in “Potty Time USA”…

Little Donnie Going, Home

Wince up on a time
His daddy tolled him
To be
A killer
And love that
Consummate snatch
Of defeat
From the jawboning of victory
The cause and solution
Too awe of his problems
Know madder
What!?
It’s awe a bout
Timing
Little Donnie going
Home
Potty time USA

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POEM: The Best I Metaphor

Posted on April 12, 2026 by Top Pun

The soul plays I am called to…

The Best I Metaphor

Hear arises
A tapestry of metaphors
Sum call
Religion
Yet holy uncaptured by words
Nor a scribe
Who you
Be
Long to
They’re abides
Wear no deed
Possesses won soul
An un-brake-able keep
The best I ever metaphor
Collected
Yet not quiet herd
That irrepressible summon, never some out
In no weigh a loan
Awe to gather now

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POEM: The Man™ – Owed to The Man Squared

Posted on April 12, 2026 by Top Pun

This poem is dedicated to “The Man™”– currently on a run of the DT’s — flailing in his war on Iran, some won that wouldn’t know peace if it hit him in the ahead…

The Man™ – Owed to The Man Squared

He is Narcissus
With a new clear bomb
When he looks in
The mere
Limpid pools
What does he sea?
The Man™
Soully UN Abel
To efface
The impossible
That is
Seize himself
The all
Might he
Sees fire
Pilloried
In too be or knot to be
As wear have
Awe the flowers gone
To grave yar’s
Every wearer

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