~ 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
~ Brother, O Brother hast thou seen our Mother? O Brother, Dear Brother is our Mother still here? No Sir, Dear Brother, gone is our Mother our Mother hast gone off she’s gone off somewhere. Brother, Dear Brother I’m off to another. I’m off to out yonder, off to some other, some place […] Continue reading
~ There’s a neighbor of mine, that I see time to time, friendly, but strange and peculiar. A Pulizter Prize winner, for writing some poetry. Which poems that he wrote, I don’t know. He comes out in rich robes and fancy house-shoes, only to pick up […] Continue reading
“Washington is not a place to live in. The rents are high, the food is bad, the dust is disgusting and the morals are deplorable. Go West, young man, go West and grow up with the country.” –Horace […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 