~ Ninety years young! She seemed pretty strong As the day She turned Twenty-one. Oh, I should’ve known she wouldn’t have gone for hi-jinx and hyper bellow. But, I’m a son-of-a-gun, If she wasn’t as strong, As the one day She was still Twenty-one. But now my heart breaks, Cause I […] Continue reading
~ In the Land O Plenty a tow-head is born to a freshly made married young couple. They had gotten themselves perhaps into trouble, from whence a tow-head got formed. Her family, all farmers, migrate from strip-farms to steel-mills in Depression and war. His, they’re all vets, from Union and Rebel; they’re […] Continue reading
~ I once had Thanksgiving in New Mexico With a family I also once had. That was many, many moons ago; And many moons have long since passed. And I find myself here, still middle-fenced. As some things still stay, some move on hence, And leads me to the story, which follows: ~ […] Continue reading
~ I heard of the song sung by the man; I listen’d to the song of the bird. I heard the song sung on the sand, The song of the bird, sung by the man. A song of death, of losing a mate; A song of loss, the heart would break. How can I […] Continue reading
~ The West was won many times over. There was more than a win and a loss, to that tale. The number of wins’ opposite number, those of the losses, are numbers as well. They rise, they swell; yet, no one will tell. No one remembers another […] Continue reading
~ In the first place, I set out To write down a poem – ~ The best one As yet to be done. ~ Unspoken, Unwritten, Unheard of, Undone. ~ In imminence, It’s eminence, Still was. ~ ©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn revised 08 April 2014.
~ We are becoming The old folk we knew, No longer now with us, Whose losses we rue. Life, like a train trip, One track bearing to; There is no return trip – Onward, straight through. Too frequent are short stops, To drop off a few; Old folk won’t get on, Just only the new. […] Continue reading
~ Looking across the great San Juan Basin where stands a Leviathan stone, it stands there still! where Time hath deposit its bulk in one huge hulking dome. And much will have changed, but the rock stays the same: It stays, whilst all else swims […] Continue reading
~ Once upon a time… it should’ve been fine. It could’ve been fine. It would’ve been fine, Once upon a time… a very old line; overused, abused, and now, it’s poor. Once upon a time… once used as a sign now, but not as before. Once […] Continue reading
~ Some shall go on, to high and great places. Others will stay, where they think it best. Some will go further, forget all the faces of those left behind, from a near distant past. Some would do so, from that never thought; […] Continue reading
~ In broad pen, my penchant: To fragment the sentence! Grammar was always my weakspot. And oft times I paid: For weakness a penance. Those teachers, they gave it their best shot. But an expert in English? Oh No! I am not. One would have thought, with all […] Continue reading
~ I hope I become some part of memory somewhere of someone a snapshot of mind an image a record a minuscule sign I too then shall last beyond my just measure a slit so affixed a fitted assigned no name, need […] Continue reading
~ I watched the best minds of the next generation listen to poetry by Allen Ginsberg. He’d risen in status from Beatnik, Pothead, to teacher, cult figure, and icon, instead. Such change to the country that’s come to the fore. I swear from my grave – It was never before! If this […] Continue reading
~ on somebody else’s green lawn. At a home that I know, two cats in tow; and I pondered on how it seemed wrong. It was all hollowed out, no body about, a stripe of streaked blood inside. Where it could be […] Continue reading
~ She gives of her life For the sake of the hive: Her goal gives meaning to life. ~ The hive and the queen, Both must survive! This be the reason she’s alive. ~ No thought of the Self. No saving of Soul. No purpose to reason the Goal. […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 