Category Grooks
The Century Mark
Some may think this post does not mean very much More than four years since I started this blog on a lark Where I’ve written satire, essays, some poetry and such I gained 100 followers, none bought, the century mark Thank You one and all
As Long as Anyone
I am overhearing a lecture-going crowd; they’re talking about the daily mundane. Family, will their kids survive, out loud. Children as adult, no childhood to regain. Neither parent or child can relive the past. All parents hope to teach them to survive. Each generation wants better than the last. So it’ll be as long as […]
Curves
One thing we always find in life is curves. No matter what you have or who you are, your road looks straight, then it swerves, when walking, riding, or driving a fast car. I appreciate any thoughts or comments you might have. Thank you.
Brave In Madness
Art often is created as revolution and rebellion When it’s about choosing to change the world What is truth, beauty, who decides stone to neon Brave in madness, or in the fetal position curled
Looking at Lascaux
The old master painters were brilliant but restricted, despite their years of training, mastery and their skill Looking at Lascaux, could you have ever predicted We’d reach that vaunted height, never learn not to kill
Chaos Is Growth
Chaos is a horse we are bound to ride Hold on tight, if it should buck or lean It stops, get off, a new life, don’t hide You’ll ride again to other pastures green
Differences
I am sitting, waiting for a haircut; it is one of the myriad things we do. Any who don’t may be called a nut, but they are only different than you.
Tug-of-War
I’m very much scattered of late, a tug of war between my muses. Writing, art which I fail to create, although I’m not making excuses. I might join the fray on one side, if I haven’t chosen the other one. Whenever I’m not trying to hide, I warrant that I usually have fun.
Whatever Comes, Came
When I was younger, I dreamed I would have fortune and fame. Now, I’m older, my face seamed. I’m fine that few know my name. My life’s not over, far as I know. And though it may stay the same, my goal’s now to have fun, let go. At the end, whatever comes, came.
Integration
Run around, run in place, life is movement of the flesh Look in a mirror, study your face. Do the skin of youth, your wrinkles mesh?
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