Solid Ground Our greatest philosopher David Hume, Whose logical doubts leave naught to assume, Used skeptical arguments he had found To leave nothing on solid ground Until a Kant came walking along And pointed out where David went wrong With help from a little a priori The world was just a category. Years later philosophy’s semantics, With help from modern mathematics And Phd.’s from schools called first rate Could not connect the whole world’s state. No theory for me would suffice Till Sophie skated on solid ice. Wheelbarrows Real love comes not with Cupid’s arrows Nor written on golden leaves; It comes with picks and wheelbarrows, With sweat and rolled up sleeves. Fireflies They glitter and glow like stars But ones we catch in jars Won’t shine more, they refuse Until we turn them loose Like us or any kid Won’t shine under a lid. Pulling Petals Pulling petals will not tell; No magic charms nor secret spell, Nor numbered potion, nor Cupid’s darts Can ever win those tender hearts. No words of woe from sonnet’s inventions Nor most inflamed of love’s intentions, Whose lofty hopes will often crash, Can beat a pocket full of cash. Born in Walton-on-Thames, England in 1945, Clinton Van Inman graduated from San Diego State University in 1977 and is now a retired high school English teacher in Tampa Bay where he lives with his wife, Elba.