The Ides of March

 The Ides of March

Ah, yes, “Beware the Ides of March”

Both then and now

Perhaps as it’s always been

March Madness

Driving men to do strange things

Stabbing a trusting Friend

Rex tweeted back to obscurity

NCAA team heads back home to Virginia

Like Confederate Soldiers

Weary and worn /swallowing defeat

Like a cannon ball in the throat

Others cheering victory

Only to join the home-going

The next round

Fans glued to their TV sets

Like a million flies

Trapped in the gooey

Dangling flypaper

The madness swallows them all but one

A climax of euphoria

Well-earned // or well-stolen

It matters not

Trophy tatters of net

Pocketed to remember

Those fifteen minutes of fame

Now with oncoming Spring

Stabbed in the back

By the never dying winter’s snow

March marches on its fateful journey.

It was quoted before

But I’ll quote it again…

“Beware the Ides of March!!”




Spirit Rising


Soul Gazing

When my spirit rises

Unencumbered and free

No weight or worry accompanies me

Interesting that I value things

When in the end the spirit flies

Leaving them all behind

How much I worry and fret

But this too shall pass when I am gone

My spirit rises out of this shell

A virtual butterfly reborn

From caterpillar to chrysalis

Reborn in the image of God

Spirit Creator Redeemer Savior

Knowing there is no place for the earthly

In the spirit world beyond

I can’t take it with me

But then again… Why would I want to

When my spirit rises

Leaving it all behind


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Paul at d’Verse asked us to write a soulful poem (soul gazing) for our Tuesday prompt. This poem expresses what I believe happens when we leave this world and our spirit rises and returns to our creator.

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Why I Write

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I write from a very visceral place down deep in my soul. Seventy years have left a lot of indelible tattoos on my soul that are just now coming to the surface as poetry. Aging, depression, Alzheimer’s, pain, and wonderful, spiritual goodness have all written their name on me. Now I am sorting them out one poem at a time.

I started writing poetry in 2013, and continue to do so because of the influence of a dear friend and poet, Kym Gordon Moore. As the head of a poetry group, she lit my fire for writing. Kym encouraged me to start a blog.  She introduced me to Tom Davis, Editor of Old Montain Press, who encouraged me to write my memoirs and put them on Amazon Kindle.  These two friends are the reason I write! Now I cannot help myself. I have to write! I feel like I live on the edge of inspiration!

I am a self-taught poet. I was not an English major, nor a reader of all the great works from poets of the past. I have found most of my inspiration from poets I follow on WordPress.  Many times I will be reading through your poetry and a bit of inspiration strikes me. I will take that and form a new and different poem as a result.  d’Verse has been a great help to me in learning new forms of poetry. I love all the challenges and the encouragement I get from you who choose to read my poems. Thank you!

Seeds of goodness grow

Warmed and watered by good friends

Blooms of hope and joy


Kym Gordon Moore:

Old Mountain Press: 

My Books on Amazon Kindle:

Toni, at d’Verse~Poetry Pub, asked us to write a haibun telling who inspired us and why we write poetry.  This is my tribute to good friends who encouraged me along the way.

Winter Moon (a Haiku)

Black and white waterfall & blue moon

Icy falls shining

Crystals absorbing blue light

Spark’ling white at dawn



Painting of Blue Moon Falls: Dwight L. Roth

This is one of my most recent paintings. I love to experiment with Black and White hues.  I usually add a touch of color in one area of the painting for accent. This place only exists in my mind.


Music Never Ages

Zombies Album

When two friends in the UK got together in 1958 to start a band, they probably never imagined that they would be recording a new vinyl album sixty years later. The Zombies made their debut as a band in the 1960s.  After hits like “She’s not There and Time of the Seasons.” they have once again gotten together to cut a new album. Now in their seventies, they still sing like they are twenty!  I enjoyed seeing them perform on the Saturday edition of CBS this Morning. The songs took me right on back!

The music never ages

No matter how many times it’s sung

That hook will get you every time.

Saw the Zombies on CBS Saturday

Singing “The Time of the Seasons”

Although gray and wrinkled with age

Their music is still fresh and clear

The beat and the hook still grabbed me

With harmonies still sweet

The music never ages


New Record Cover:

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The Stuff in the Middle

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The Stuff in the Middle

Religion is much like corn.

A cobb…

With kernels of truth lining the outside


Wrapped with a lot of protective fodder

To make sure the kernels are safe…

Making it very hard to get to the truth

And very difficult to eat and digest.


Some corn left too long in the fodder

Becomes hardened and inedible

By the average person… so it is ground

And processed into religious bread

Fed to the faithful



Pealing back the fodder

With each generation…

One can find sweet kernels of truth

Popping full of inspiration


Sadly we find that

Many times nothing is pealed back

The whole stalk // ear and all are chopped up

By those who would oppose and destroy it

Left to ferment and sour

Then fed to hungry Media Animals

To ruminate on and turn into

Sweet sensational nectar

The public loves so much


Feast on the sweet stuff in the middle

Peal away the husks

Taste on the Good News

Truth to feed your soul

Save some seeds to plant

For the next generation

Keep the faith




Old House

Monsters in My Sleep

Locked away

Creaking green monsters

Make noises

Dry hinges

Waking me out of my sleep

Frightening me to death


Eerie sounds

From behind chimney

Frightened boy

Hearing ghosts

Visions of creepy monsters

Screaming calls for mom


Woke from sleep

Wiping cheese from eyes

Comes to me

Assures me

There’s no such thing as monsters

Must be this old house


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Amaya came up with a unique and interesting prompt for our d’Verse Poetry Pub.  She asked us to write a poem using the  Shadorma form which has six line stanzas and a syllable pattern of 3-5-3-3-7-5.  The concept is something that is elusive… perhaps paranormal… there but not there…something you cannot put your finger on. I chose to write about an experience of waking up at night, hearing creaking noises and imagining green ghosts in the walls, and calling for my mom.

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Catching Snowflakes


Self-Publishing your own Book

Inspiration flakes

Fall softly into your hand

Write before they melt

With a little time and effort you can publish your own books.  I have been publishing since 2014 when I started writing my memoirs to pass on to family and friends. When I got into writing poetry, I began collecting my poems on a word.doc, loading them in sequence as I write them. When I get enough I edit, add the introductory pages, choose a cover, and print.

I decided to call this one Catching Snowflakes because inspiration is just like that. If I get a bit of information and don’t act on it,  it was just like a melting snowflake. It disappears! Writing poetry is like making snowballs, packing those little bits of inspiration into something that collectively can make an impact.

I change the word.doc file to a pdf.file so that it cannot be changed when printed.  I use at least a 16 font since they shrink down when made in half size.  A flash stick is a good way to take it to get printed.  The cover is done on a separate file.  Office Max/Office Depot does a great job printing the books for me. With their Max perks and 20% off coupon, I was able to print them for under ten dollars each. I found it is almost as cheap to print twenty as it is to do ten. More pages give you bigger discounts. I get the wire spiral binding with the plastic cover sheets also. They turn out very nice. This is my fifth self-published book. It is a little over a hundred pages.





Lillian gave us the challenge to use Superhero or Superpower in a poem for the d’Verse Poetry Pub.  There is a power greater than ourselves that I chose to write about.  I believe true Superheroes are real people of faith who believe in themselves and tap into the power of God in their lives. They help make the world a better place.

Clark Kent steps into the Phone Booth

In a second he comes out

Wearing a Cape…

Tights and a gymnast suit

The Batcave // the Batmobile

The Spider Suit and Webs

Shields and Armbands…

All of this paraphernalia of a Superhero

Doesn’t make the hero // anyone can dress up

The real superpowers come from within

Confidence and Strength don’t need suits

Knowing who you are comes from your roots

With confidence you can fly

Your strength can move mountains

Confidence stands against evil

Strength walks hand in hand with the oppressed

Where does the strength within come from?

it comes from…

A super power greater than ourselves

My strength comes from the Lord

Who made heaven and earth

God is my source


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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Backfire (a Quadrille)

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The old red Farmall M

     sits idly in the field

Not shiny red,

     but still

     its engine roars

     like fifty Harleys

     passing by

Shotgun cracks

     shoot fire into the sky

Grandson and Grandpa

     enjoy the flame

     that blows out its pipe

     with every crack


Farmall M Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today Dee asked to write a Quadrille for d’Verse Poetry Pub and use the word fire in in it.  This old tractor holds a lot of nostalgia for me. I drove one as a teen on my uncle’s farm for five summers. Now they are just show pieces for collectors.

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