Category Archives: poem

ADVICE

Posted on April 29, 2018 by

Dwell not on finding Truth my friend for it shall drive you mad. The eyes that spy the way things are will only leave you sad.   Bedlam is filled with clear-eyed folk whose blinders were shorn away. Unalloyed truth … Continue reading →

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PIFFLE DINGER – An earlier ode

Posted on January 3, 2018 by

MONDAY NIGHT’S POEM With all the boo boos and yoo hoos, to-do’s, who-are-you’s, e-mail news. Poetry Month and broken hips, cherry blossoms and weather dips, serve up a poem, slightly rare with metaphors, if you should dare. Oh, there’ll be … Continue reading →

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The Long and the Short of It

Posted on July 25, 2017 by

Life’s too short Tooth’s too long Horses snort Answer’s wrong. Eyes too bright Pool’s too deep Bra’s too tight He’s too cheap. Sky’s too high Feet too smelly Words can lie Too tight belly Stream beds trickle chewing gum sticks … Continue reading →

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IMPATIENCE — Poem – photos from Pixabay

Posted on July 15, 2017 by

I enjoy the  cat’s pajamas they verbalize at times, but not the moans of underlying pain. Don’t let us know what lies ahead a life of somersaults, dance and glee only to be sidetracked by a dislocated knee.  That I’m one … Continue reading →

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How Is It That Words Can Comfort?

Posted on June 25, 2017 by

Most times words miss their mark. They rain down in torrents, oblivious to us and us to them,   not even in our existential language.  We feel bruised  by them, misused,  overcome as though embattled.  How, then,is it even possible … Continue reading →

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IF I SHOULD DIE WHILE I’M AWAKE – for d’Verse

Posted on April 20, 2017 by

If I should die while I’m awake will I go seeking absolution, dragged down by the shackles of sin in my swollen belly, or ship out soundlessly from my berth into the eternal matrix where sins are but a fleet … Continue reading →

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Refreshing

Posted on April 19, 2017 by

As I was cleaning out some genealogical papers, I came across one I had forgotten about, and in this day and age I found refreshing: A notice from the Henry County Bulletin years ago: The Poet for Councilman To the … Continue reading →

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