So ready…for Spring Break!

Wafting attention from Henry Miller’s

Tropic of Cancer to the U.S. Un-Presidential Race

Race for president, racial run for President of the Un-United States

Well, maybe, states united, but people in the states

Represent a state of dis-unitedness, protest this mess.


Between bouts of labor and a little bit of sleep

Making up for sleep not taken with little afternoon siestas

Body sore from predawn workouts-day in and day out

Keep the body, yea, the mind young and healthy pumping out

Caffeinated endorphins, a little serotonin, some norepinephrine for the road.


Out there grindin’, changing young lives

Yearning to set young hearts burning

With desire for learning, setting apathy on fire,

So apathetic some days, your mind a prosthetic brain?

Or something real? Readying itself for life.


The American dream? Livin’ the dream!

REM rebound churning out

Fresh poems almost daily, Well, maybe weekly, maybe bimonthly,

“Get it done, Son!” “Writers write.” “PERIOD.”

If you are a writer, then get to writing! Whatcha’ waitin’ for?

Handcrafted poetry by John Hines, 03/13/2016

Election Season

Is it possible to shut down the natter of T.V.’s talking heads

To satisfy and satiate a soul for just a moment of quiet solitude?

The pundits endlessly positing their punditry as others question

The endurance of this polity.


A work week that began with the passing of another bissextus

Like any other ordinary day marked without fanfare

Or a day off from love of labor lost

I mean, once every four years, why not mark it in some special way?


A work week meeting anything but politics as usual by week’s middle

With talk of size of hands and disregard for size of heart for leadership

An erection season (oops, a Freudian slip?) playing better than reality T.V.:

“Look at these hands!”


The candidates swooned with feathers plumed from the stage of another “great” debate

Each spouting versions of their unique brand of rodomontade

The one in the lead a real rabble rouser genius of marketing

Delivering reasons why the voters should premiate Him the nomination on the day of caucusing.


Me?  Maybe I better just get back to shelving

This legion of florilegium staring back at me

Just an old factotum picking up odd jobs

At the lakeside, downtown library.

Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, 03/09/2016

This is the 9th consecutive week that I’ve posted a poem using 7 consecutive words-of-the-day.  The words-of-the-day are italicized in the poem.  If you liked this one, you might also like this:

Hope you enjoyed! 🙂 Thank you for reading!