Groovy Poetry

   In an effort to give this blog experience some class and culture, I have engaged the Poetry Group named the Better Environmental Action Through Nightly Incarnations of Culture (or BEATNIC). So I have dedicated this portion of the Blog to allow BEATNIC to express their poetic gifts...such as...

In sports they keep score,

Just not for the young anymore,

In an effort to spare the feelings of the losers.

But when they grow up, and lose sometime in life,

They’ll all become inconsolable boozers.

 

AUTHOR: Earl Lee Riser

A mountain is a great incline,
Upon which many have climbed.
At the top their hopes are dashed.
For they left their camera behind.

AUTHOR: I.B. Stuphin from Hungary.

'Tis true a man's home is his castle.
Truly his humble abode.
But a man's worth can only be measured,
By the size of his castle's commode.

AUTHOR: Sir Adam Baum