(From November 2018 through March 2019, I wrote one poem a day for 100 days at my Facebook page. While I get my act together to return to ranking things, I will be reprinting the poems here. I’m currently writing another 100 poems. Rankings will resume soon)
Oh boy, today I read the news
A course I ought to just refuse
Reports of new kinds of foul play
And leaves me with lingering blues
But when I unplug for a day
The ill news does not go away
And I will feel just as forlorn
Tomorrow watching the replay
So my dilemma every morn
When bad news is but newly born
Just sulk to today’s sad trombone?
Or mute that loathsome trumpet’s horn?
Thus information’s a millstone
Equally heavy when postponed
Oh boy today I’ll read the news
My piece of mind I’ll just postpone
(An interlocking rubaiyat, Originally published here on December 29, 2018)