~ Nine is a number assigned to a month. Nine is the number to months of the year We pass through to get to to finally reach here. Remember September Ninth month of the year. ~ Three quarters an annum, three fourths so near […] Continue reading
every day a saturday each day the same when old savor the day save it away set up some rainy day goal don’t waste one day wishing away each day posthaste as droll five sevenths of life when seen […] Continue reading
~ The house was empty, barren and lone. Discarded now, but once was a home. Now, all abandoned, it’s owners were gone, ’til three young teenagers had happened along. Who once had lived there nobody knew. Four small rooms, a small bathroom, too. Perhaps, who lived here had simply outgrew the lack […] Continue reading
…. Oh! Rio Puerco, we’ve met where before? Cuba? Arizona? No water, but sand. And here now Isleta, near the Rio Grande. Oh, Rio Puerco, you’re everywhere then. Empty with promise to come back again, so, Rio Puerco, you’ve stretched yourself thin. A dead bed sans water, dry dirt […] Continue reading
… no hurricane hit the US this year only a storm called Karin. the only relieved, the one she left there – a spouse in the briny left carin’ a mate she would hate because the ingrate mixed up her name with an old flame […] Continue reading
~ A war is proceeding, It’s not “Over There.” No drums Nor bugles, No Standards to bear. Just back-alley deals, And clandestine dares. One troop in trouble, A rupture is near. It’s foe, though out-numbered, The club doesn’t care. The Business of business, A sordid affair. The loss through this all, A […] Continue reading
~ This day, tomorrow, I plan to be here. At this time, mañana, I’m going nowhere. Time will be moving, And thus will be proving, By simply behooving, Time takes me there. I only borrow What Time lets me share. So this Time the morrow, […] Continue reading
~ Pueblo por Pueblo Stacked within arms To protect you, Secreto, From dangerous harms. Some blessed by agua, Some, none at all. Pueblo poor Pueblo, Stone, in stone walls. One year, acuerdo, Another, que no. ¿Estuve que libre, En stanzas escriben, Que hace contigo Libre también, O este de no? Pueblo […] Continue reading
One day The day will come Some say That way’s long done One day The day was gone Some day A need of gun Some way It will be done Day one Some say has come Today ©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn 18 September 2013 0.6
~ In nearing the end of Summertime season, One wonders where Winter, Spring and Fall go. The Young Ones who made it, thus far, are still here – Amazing, since Chance is a Fiction unknown. As Fledglings depart, it marks a new season; It begins just […] Continue reading
“That’s what you need. A button, a card, to prove you’re indeed.” And all I had asked: “A discount for vets?” I laid down my Key-Fobs, once hung ’round my neck. “These are called ‘Dog-Tags,’ will they do the trick?” “Oh no, Sir, I’m sorry. You’ll still need a button: […] Continue reading
The weather seems perfect in Honolulu Even if rain on old Oahu. It never lasts long but comes and then goes, The weather is perfect in Honolulu. Three times per day, maybe some more; Some rains last longer, like that or a war. Two-Hundred years, a revolving door, Each generation (which […] Continue reading
the old man lies and waits for again the day, a night, an hour to end somewhere, elsewhere a son’s life begins the father remembers the lad holding ten and wonders, if rather his son recalls him somewhere, someplace a chapter opens on new life, […] Continue reading
~ A bloom of love loses the head a minute an hour grows old. One small child, both lost in the while, the mind a refuge for gold. A new moon to slough a cusp overhead – Behold! […] Continue reading
~ If Easy Rider was so great Why then still, do I still hate This movie made so second rate, Best Picture, they gave in Sixty-Eight! Just goes to show what kind of state A Sixty-Seven mind could make. This money making big mistake, Went […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 