~ Those crazy things that young will men do – worlds of dangerous delusion, bombs and breakage, wreaking the wreckage. Young men know not what they do. I was one once; how about you? Still a bit young? Okay then, skip you. You must have some […] Continue reading
~ I once had a joke I thought was so funny, because people laughed when I told it. I thought I would turn the joke to a poem, because people thought it was funny. But when I would read this new humor poem, I could count on the dead-letter faces. How funny, […] Continue reading
…. with one in a room it’s theirs alone a Freedom To Be astounds another one enters a couple is found a third then comes in it quickly descends into fight or perhaps into party with four or more each is ignored but new-found Freedom implores in the realm of the rare find Freedom To […] Continue reading
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I still can recall the story, now old, as clearly as just yesterday. For context however, and it to be told, I must go back into time – What year this all was, I can’t say. I was merely sixteen, still young,…
~ The boy is just eight He receives all the hate All the anger Invidious Envy. ~ Behold thus the Danger: If one man, too many. What bestirs of the Breast Which Hides within Heart? Or the Head When a Soul Is just Dead? What Moves Such a Man To Physical Violence? […] Continue reading
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One day, mid-day, maybe noon, not before, there came a loud crashing and thrashing at door. I was resting from reading an old poem of Poe’s, and I’d just laid back when I started to doze. The noise now awoke me, and my…
~ this trail leads one way but we’ll go the other for Lucky ‘n me we like to roam ~ that trail’s the highway travelled by others old Lucky ‘n me we roam alone ~ their way is that way our way’s another old Lucky’s to me like a brother […] Continue reading
~ I don’t get it. I never did. Why grown men hit little white balls, along the great lawns with long metal sticks. It’s not in the game that they’re interested in. Oh no? Pray tell then, what is it? Competition. […] Continue reading
~ I see. I saw. What it is I don’t know. I’m five years old watching. A chicken all white. It’s […] Continue reading
Prologue: [The Mexican people, and the native Pueblo, steal from each other, and fight Navajo. Three native nations, just seeking to Be, elides observation, except Apache.] ~ Hot! is the color of summer air; boiling, the sand, it spreads everywhere. Water adds value – if only there were; God knows! what value, of […] Continue reading
~ now, is the time; this is the moment. come hell or high water, just do it. if this doesn’t kill us, then it will make us stronger. it all comes out in the wash. this doesn’t grow on trees, does it? this can be […] Continue reading
“Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis Vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Sibylla ti theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo.” [from The Waste Land. T.S. Eliot.} ~ I have become accustomed to life. Three score and four- and I’m not keeping score- years, and there well may be more. […] Continue reading
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– For Emily, wherever I may find her. …. He made yourself …
Originally posted on Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse:
~ Around round rooms, sit telecommuters; at table apiece, each one is alone. Afitted to tables each world an unknown, the telecommuter re-enters alone. On laptops to each sits a self-stranger in civil loud silence soliloquist speech, where no one…
…. In teenaged years, they wait in great hope – They’re waiting for something to happen. They wait and they mope for some lucky stroke, they’re waiting on brand new horizons. They fill up on hate, in worlds they create; they cannot escape from inside […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 