…. Pass away, Pass away – on to Oblivion. So much is for us And the Great Macho Nation. ~ Two boys, eighteen, one some months older; so close were their ages, they could have been brothers. But for the customs of a great nation (still great – not late, like those, which came prior) […] Continue reading
~ And Sixty-Seven ended much different, and different it was from the decade before. The Fifties were nifty, but sad and a bore; the Sixties had plenty of hope held in store. One decade long is not a long span, compared to the world, a flash for the Man. The Age of Experience – You […] Continue reading
~ Wherever I’ve heard the bird’s mellow tune in Central Virginia or Stuyvesant Town, Monet’s Giverny and old Santa Fe, I’m carried away, transfigured therefrom, to any such place as mentioned among. In inner-state ramble, I wander away to Central Virginia, Stuyvesant Town, Monet’s Giverny or to old Santa Fe. I haven’t changed, the world’s […] Continue reading
Now, here is a word which seems somewhat special, in the Naming-Of-Things, de rigueur. Poingiant’s not heard, nor is it smelled – the Thing-In-Itself, not the word. Nor is it seen, which makes it quite hard to take it and taste it, as well. A door mat, floor mat, a mouse will avoid; for mice […] Continue reading
~ Out! come the Honeysuckle, to meet Amorae; the lovers, called Cuckolds, among the array. A wild child, these Pixies, white petals at play; where stamen, their venom, put pistils to spray the odors of ardor – aroma bouquets. Smell This! they kiss; Free love here today. Come closer, sweet Lover, extols coquetry. O! Cuckolds […] Continue reading
~ O Beautiful Morning! Hast thou no warning? An imminent Doom Lies up ahead? Some Trouble is coming, A horrible storming; Blue, white and gold Turning to Red. O Beautiful Morning, Thus much from learning Of danger a-forming, So strangers and others have said. ~ But then, when I looked last, Into a past – […] Continue reading
~ There once was a time A long time ago Where once was existent A New Mexico Where people were different Like those of today Where people are different Their own special way Where nothing be preferent There nothing will stay Once was such moment Which each moment shows Where brilliant goes dormant First comes […] Continue reading
~ The bearded ladies suddenly swoon and one by one, they break into bloom. And all, by mid-May days! The late ones in June. It’s then these late ladies come to subsume all the late babies of first spring, at noon. Then later, the one-eyed- Susans assume, by which time the ladies have lost all […] Continue reading
Twenty-four people, Two rooms apart; A jury selection, A criminal court; Each one a stranger The others don’t know; Then after some hours, Affinity shows. Everyone hungry, By mid-afternoon, Sitting, yet still, Inside a locked room. “You look familiar. Have we met before?” One by one, some leave, Seen no more. Jury Selection, Behind a […] Continue reading
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? My sister-in-law Claims to have seen her, The ghost in my house, Hiding upstairs. But then, again, She is from Texas. They must teach ’em different Matter out there. “The ghost? In your house? Hiding upstairs?” Oh no! Not her, But folks…
~ Henry Loyd “Smitty,” oh where did you go? West! to the Rockies, to New Mexico! An Arkansas farmer, nineteen years old! When did you find out that farming was old? Yet, Teens will be Teens, and still have their dreams; Henry, himself, one or two. And […] Continue reading
~ I’ve still more pages! More verse-rhyme to write. Pent-up the Crages Last long into night. The Crages are Rages, Too Crazy to fight. My wage is More Pages! More verse-rhyme to write. Offer me water, Proffer me bread! I’m just a prisoner, Inside my head. My Penance, the Sentence – It’s writing, instead. “Write […] Continue reading
~ I still write on paper, I still use a pen; Made in the Fifties, The Sixties I am. Bless me, sweet Mama, Bless if you can; A turn of the cent’ry, A teenager again. The turn of the cent’ry Is where I now am, But born to the Sixties A Rock-n-Roll Man. My Pop […] Continue reading
~ Another book finished, A much smarter man; Reading the first part, Then jumping to end. Truman Capote, That’s how he would wend Through hundreds of good books, If not a thousand. ~ And when he had finished He claimed that he knew All of the writings Of writers – He knew! Not a close […] Continue reading
~ A squirrel lie unfurled, from end-to-end curled, near a corner, on the sidewalk, by the street. My dog stops to smell, but she cannot tell what chance there befell her, she greets. A small gray squirrel now gone to the world, in soul, but body still keeps. ~ One trick was plenty, the last […] Continue reading
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