We are all told, “live your life to the fullest”;  I am here to do just that. The Bard's Contrarian Bar serves as a vessel to project my passions and clue in my loyal readers as to what inspires me in this crazy world. So, sit back, relax, and read on.

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New Poets Wednesday: Angel Hoppe

As promised, here is our inaugural poem from our inaugural Poet, Angel Hoppe. Angel is an online student at Post University in Waterford,...

The aftermath

The Myth of Hidden Agenda We are not better than our dark behavior We are culpable in all regards On the other hand We are not worse...

What’s In a Name

Sweet Will Any language worth its salt has at least one alpha voice one great troubadour born to elevate the very essence of lives lived...

Pie In the Sky

from my new book of poems Coffee With the Bard: 2020 Blues My Dad passed on when I was very young. As you might expect, I was frightened...

By the Light

By the Light By the light of this day may you find the best way to let go of the hurt and the hate By the light of this day don’t look...

Where Do Angels Come From

I think it’s great that God resides in all of us but there are times when we need more specificity Like how is God in you the same or...

Hope Lives

By the Light By the light of this day may you find the best way to let go of the hurt and the hate By the light of this day don’t look...

National Daughter’s Day

To the Daughter We Named Brett Though you were aptly named according to your mom and me It was from a white man’s book which has troubled...

The Bards Contrarian Bar

Signs of My Times Sign on my office door if I ever get an office “No Lying, Cheating, or Price Gouging Politicians of any ilk need not...

Ode to the Census Taker

A Modest Declaration I am not a white man Or any other color of Any other man And I will be damned If I let you call me ‘Other’ And...

By the Light

By the Light By the light of this day may you find the best way to let go of the hurt and the hate By the light of this day don’t look...

Happy Sunday

Good Morning Lord Good morning Lord your sunshine keeping promise to the moon Good morning hope Still here, though oft I bid you leave...

Rubber Bullets

Rubber Bullets The Clown is in the candy store Wrecking havoc with all the toys The Beast still roams the countryside Still making all...

Nature Nurtures

Rings So you discern the age of a tree by counting it’s rings, right And before Botox, we measured the age of a human by its  assortment...

May It Please the Court

Sophists and disciples of sloganeering full of moral skepticism and specious reasoning observe ‘You are not a drop in the ocean you...

In My Cups

When I’m in my cups- communing with my dark side I tend to view history with a jaundiced eye Wasn’t there a time when Millard Taft...

It Don’t Differ

Don’t invite me to your looting parties Don’t even hint at who you think I should hate I ain’t listenin’ and I wouldn’t care if I was ...

 

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