Sunday, April 12, 2020


Though your faces is one reviled
With pustules all that ooze
Do not fear my little troll child
Your mother still loves you.

Your teeth inside your gaping maw
So frightens all to leave
But sweet troll mothers have no flaw
As you cry upon her sleeve.

Don't worry troll with ugly grace
Be full of cheer this day
Your mother dear will love your face
And will not turn away

Take comfort trolly child beast
And do not cry and bawl
For mothers aren't like them at least
They love you warts and all.

You're clumsy and ungainly
Your smells cause us to veer
But mothers act humanely
She treasures you so dear

You are repulsive in your lair
A cleanly troll you ain't
Your mama cleans your underwear
So cherished by this saint

Silly poem about a mother's love for her troll son

Friday, April 10, 2020


Behold the mighty Gildro
Who's never lost a fight
He crushed the orcs of Sildro
And smashed their champion knight

He ripped the dragon Kurath
With hands upon his throat
He torn its tail with kill wrath
And drowned him in the mote.

He stopped the hordes of Angmar
And scared the witch to death
He left a gruesome face scar
With just his fearsome breath

Another silly poem about our D&D campaign.  I cast a Bardic Inspiration


Gildro took the pill blue
And grew and grew and grew
To match the hulk and mass
Of trolls to kick their "grass"

The growth swelled up his trunk
With muscles of a hunk
His chin grew big and square
His chest was thick with hair

His fists grew big as rocks
His feet torn through his socks
His legs were size of trees
That made his walk with ease

The magic blessed this thief
To make him buff and beef
Made his voice be loud
But left him unendowed

Another silly poem that I made for by brother's character a dwarven thief/rogue who used a spell to grow really big and battle a Rock Troll


♫ Gildro and the Bard, Ed,
Come to save your life
Entering the dark cave
Wielding lute and knife

A stab to their jewels
The sneaky rogue prevails
A song for their hearts
The bard just epic fails

Warring duo we
Are come to save the day
With lute and blade abreast
Will make those elfers pay!!

This is a silly poem I wrote in our D&D campaign.


Here is a little diddy I wrote as the bard in the DnD campaign I play with my brothers.

Boom Comes the Ugly Troll

♪♫Boom, boom, boom Comes the ugly Troll
With his large hairy fists and the club he holds
♪♫Doom, doom, doom is our future here
When he hits your face and makes it smear
♪♫Loom, loom, loom has the darkness come
Shall we find a place to hide and run?
♪♫Tomb, tomb, tomb is drawing close
Will you quiv'r and shake like all his foes?
♪♫Gloom, gloom, gloom are your hearts I fear
When you are lost I shall shed a tear.

I imagine that it is sung to a minor key

Monday, July 29, 2019

I have been trying to get back on my diet that I used to lose 40 lbs. And yet, I am finding that I can't stay on it. I keep having incredible cravings. The worst part is when I completely give in and give up. It got me thinking and questioning whether I am getting the help that I need. Is the universe against me in trying to achieve my goal.

That night I was thinking over these thoughts I happen to meet with a friend, who I found out is also on a similar diet. We both gave encouragement to each other to be our best and do our best. It was after this meeting that I realized something profound. If you ever felt that the universe is conspiring against you, think again. Ask yourself this question, who wants you to fail at your goals? Is there really a group of people that are so cruel that they do not wish you to succeed at your goals? There is only one person that is shouting, "Failure!" And that is the little wretch inside. In fact, everyone beside this wretch if they knew about your goals would probably cheering you on to succeed. And yet, despite the overwhelming ratio of a trillion to one, I keep giving that one more credence than the trillion. It goes back to the lesson that I taught at my father's funeral. There at legions cheering us on. It is high time we start listening to them.

I wanted to write a poem about this


To whom bear the Lord's vessels give heed the Lord's will
For he speaks to our day as he spoke in days old
And his voice as rainfall and like dew shall distil
To give strength to the weak and give peace to the bold

That the order and will of the Lord may be known
Of the temporal health and of man's mortal frame
The great God of the heavens revealed to his own
A wise counsel for all in this world to proclaim

And gave promises melded with principles sound
To adapt to the strength of the weakest of saint
Each capacity taken and none too profound
So that all could partake and be free of complaint

For He warned in that day and forewarned would exist
A conspiring design in the hearts of base men
To destroy and corrupt, and make hard to resist
Save we heed the Lord's wisdoms again and again

And all saints who remember to keep and do thus
Ever walking, obeying, observing this word
Shall receive in their navel the health he will bless
To their bones giveth marrow, so saith the Lord

And shall find hidden treasures esteemed of a saint
Yea, of wisdom and knowledge all treasures of worth
And shall run without wearing and walk and not faint
With good health all the days that they breathe on this Earth

And the Lord shall last give to the saint who obeys
Like the children of Israel who chose to do right
A great promise to span to the end of their days
That the angel of death shall pass by in the night

He will honor this pledge that was forged long ago
To pass over the just for the covenant made
And not slay them, instead shall a blessing bestow
For the Word of God's Wisdom aids those unafraid

So give heed to these words of inscribed holy writ
Know they come from a Father who watches with love
He is ever forgiving our sins he'll remit
But a sacrifice humble's required thereof

To whom bear the Lord's vessels be clean and be pure
And take hold of faith's shield and with peace thy feet shod.
Let your garments be white and forever endure
To the end and be found in the temples of God.


Though your faces is one reviled With pustules all that ooze Do not fear my little troll child Your mother still loves you. Your teeth ...