Tag Archives: love
Can the Last be First?
All nice guys will finish last, what I have always heard Ever since I started life as a wee laddy, oh so very small Confused by lessons taught, reversed, it sounds absurd Learned have I, from kindergarten, goodness trumps all Thou Shall Nots take pride of place, as truths of a sage With almost […]
Useful Things ~ Dipping my Pen into my Stream of Thought
Useful Things Dipping My Pen into my Stream of Thought Originally written as a continuous piece, broken up to aid readability Looking at a wooden coffee stirrer At a free seasonal holiday concert In a public library with paper cups Coffee, brownies, cider and cookies My how times they have changed Since I was born, […]
This, Too, Shall Pass
What distinguishes, creates demarcation between living and life? Can they be divided or shared, like pieces of pie cut with a knife? Or only the viscera of being alive, breathing and eating and shit Simply work, chores, needful daily obligations; that cannot be it In relationships you always hear such a lot of talk of […]
Very Superstitious?
Friday, twelve, thirteen, thirteen, might it be a double whammy? Do thoughts, talk of superstition make your hands feel clammy? Knock on wood, upon your desk? Or for now just use your head? No telling what this might be made of now, is it tanked instead? Toss the spilled salt over your left shoulder, […]
You’re a Real Card ~ Part 5 ~ Spades
Spades are for digging and spreading the soil Preparing good earth, what lies below is our toil Time to dig deep, plan growth for the future Seeking pattern and beauty you will nurture All through the winter short days grow longer Underground, our mind, promise, grows stronger Your subconscious provides answers you sought Opportunities […]
Then, More Than Ever
The world and understanding it live poles apart, as do all of we Fatigue hangs my head, drawn earthward by depression, despair My eyes struggle to lift against the strain, find only conflict, greed Madness then might be my problem, believing we may live in peace Guns and drugs our cities fill, our prisons […]
Would You Ever Think?
Rhyming words, so it seems to me just now, is easier than working While many others will disagree, swear to me they know I’m shirking Of course rhymes mostly pay no money, or, at the very best, very little Though some folks would still complain were I to only sit and whittle Whittling’s fine […]
Dressed in Motley Camouflage
What would you do, if you could do anything? Are you sure? Who would you be, if you could be anyone? Do you know why? Who would help, if you could help anyone, anywhere? How would you choose? Have you ever wondered why the world is the way it is? Why, or why not? […]
Let’s Pretend
Some people think that to do anything there is only one way I don’t know how they can believe this no matter what they say But small minds only hold small ideas with nothing left spare With no room then to reason, choose and nothing they can share When confronted with world problems they […]
Quirks Work?
Writing in the first person how can I be I sure I am writing as me Even if I think I describe true events, what in my mind’s eye I see Can I recount truthfully pictures I find lurking in my own memory When I start to reinvent, interpret, reconceive who I was, will […]
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