Micah‘s Friday love poem post got me thinking that it’s been some time since we’ve had a proper Thursday Love Poem feature here on The Dad Poet. If you’re a new visitor and don’t know what a Thursday Love Poem is, you can check out the original here. The feature is based on Edna St. Vincent…
Tag: humor
Diary Entry 666 (those aren’t sixes, they are actually upsidedown nines)
Originally posted on The Monkey Prodigy:
Marginal Note: This work was originally written by Edgar Allan Poe. It was never published due to the fact that he knew it was terrible. … Stars will not fall Stars will die out I’ll never adjust my eyes to absolute darkness So, baby, light a candle… as I…
Freaky Bug Incident, a Bauman Boys Adventure
The last few nights I’ve been combing through old files, looking for half-finished poems, and forgotten first drafts. And to my delight I’ve found a few gems to be polished and finished. Some I may send off to who-knows-yet-where and a couple I may share with you. But first I wanted, on this first weekend…
Flashback Friday: More Dad Libs for Family Fun
Last Friday I reblogged as a flashback an old post called Dad Libs, a Mad Libs Alternative. This week I’m including one that never made it from the family YouTube channel here to the blog, so I know it will be new to most of you. I’ve decided to include our very first Dad Libs…
Have I Introduced You to the Other Poet in the Family?
Yes, I have three sons. One is the Compassionate Scholar. The second is the Bohemian Musician. And the youngest is the Irascible Writer. Each is different, and each possess a killer, nearly subversive sense of humor. Alas, I cannot fathom its origin. For the moment, only the writer has a WordPress blog (that I know…
David Reads “Health Food Diner” by Maya Angelou
We’re nearing the end of day four of my own private NaPoRecMo (National Poetry Recording Month), and so I’ll try for once to get a post in quickly and without too much commentary. Today was Maya Angelou’s birthday. She’s a healthy, feisty, and inspiring 85 years old. As far as I can tell she is…
David J. Bauman 