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!!”




March Madness


March Madness

Duke or Carolina the game is on

A race of sweat and tears

Happens every year

Just like clockwork

ACC tournament at stake

Two of the best want that title

Bucket for bucket // shot for shot

Tarheels are looking good

Blue Devils putting forth their best

Duke Saw

It all comes down to fouls and shots

To me the last five minutes tell it all

Running back and forth gets a bit tedious

I like the action as the seconds tick down

The unexpected last shot brings joy and sorrow

But then again… it’s just basketball

But not for some!


Saw Paintings of UNC and Duke : Dwight L. Roth

Available for sale at Created in the Carolinas in Waxhaw, NC