~ There’s just so much non-sense a soul can endure, From trivial minded, decided, obdure. I met one, one time, demeaning for sure, The current machine as debase and impure. Oh sure, they still do it, again and again; Forever and ever, and on to no end. Things just get bad for whoever is in. […] Continue reading
~ Who am I? What is my Purpose? What is the Meaning of Life? How should I know my Role in the Cosmos? Why do I have to die? What is this Love, and Sorrow and Laughter? What is this Yearning to Try? And why does it Turn, all that we Learn, Back, into Dust […] Continue reading
~ By its shapes, how it smells, and by looking to tell all the whats, wheres and whens to the senses, a poet survives by bringing alive all those thats, theres and thens to the pensées. And all, by deceit! Word-verbiage feat! Ah well. What the hell. What’s the metaphor for, but conceit. And you […] Continue reading
~ I am so happy, safe and content; a self-made man, I am provident. Long on my laurels, I’m short in the gains; where fate shares the fortune, I’ll take all the blame. Though now I am here, I’ve been somewhere else; on every occasion, I’m not the same self. A self-made man, but I […] Continue reading
~ William H. Bonney had nowhere to go, But history, written in pages. So, memory serves the moment to show What’s hot at the moment, some moments ago. But nobody knows who must be chosen, When someone must stay in history, frozen. Strange be the phases of changes by stages, Where memory stays and no […] 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
~ 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
~ An Arborvitae, evergreen, Aligned a sidewalk path; A man with dog would come along, The shrubs, the dog not pass. It had to smell where others’ tail Had bent to burn the grass; The owner stood not far away, And said his shrubs won’t last. The master of the dog spat back: His dog […] Continue reading
~ Another five inches, Snow falling down. One bird is singing, One bird, around. The screens of a porch Clad dandruff-white stuff, Hanging and clinging The singing gets rough, When then comes another, The other lets up. Two birds, two birds, Now two birds are heard. And then somewhat later The Blackbirds appeared, Craving attention, […] Continue reading
I said to the girl, wearing Navy apparel. Oh no! Not me. She replied with a smile. My father and brother, and also my nephew, they were all in, not me. For me, it’s all fine; none of it matters. ~ Nor me, said I. I was just being friendly. But once, when real young, […] Continue reading
~ Time is inclined to take its own time. In front or behind, it’s time after time. Greece gave it fame, and called it by name, they gave it the same as Kronos. While time takes its time, it seems a design, in line with what time so deems so. Quick slight-of-hand; a voice over […] Continue reading
ah silly Croci ‘tis you I espy on a corner somewhere under tree is there more to this winter you can defy your purple-plush flower stands firm to air everywhere in February there must be some mix up too early to show up though here you are single eye to the sky the sun is […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 