Monthly Archives: January 2009

ABOUT BEING FAMOUS

I’m glad I’m not famous. I think that once I had a modest craving to be so. Occasionally, a rare accolade made me think that many of them would be nice. And maybe if there’d been so many as to … Continue reading

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HOPE

Some who, when they cope, are blessed with hope while others, coping, only find despair. As you observe humanity, take note: another way to judge that life’s unfair. Do those hopeful ones possess more virtue than those poor ones who … Continue reading

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RUTH

She welcomes me into her room every couple of weeks to read her poetry. She still has sparkling eyes that may well see her pass one hundred. There are blown up photos in her room that reveal her ancient beauty … Continue reading

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TURNED OFF AT DISNEY WORLD

I found a bench not far from the maddening crowds and there escaped the churning of humanity. It was as if I sat upon a protruding stone in a stream that rose above the rapids. From there I watched the … Continue reading

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CONSIDERING 2009

1) Will I decline in 2009?                    Not much I hope. 2) Will I lose my mind in 2009?           Quite possibly. 3) Will I write fine in 2009?                  Who knows? 4) Will I still rhyme in 2009?                On and off. 5) … Continue reading

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AWFUL WAFFLES

Belgium waffles at motel breakfast bars known to some of us who travel far are sometimes awful waffles. The hostess at the place we stayed insisted  that I try one. Since she was sweet as syrup I  did not demur. … Continue reading

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MY FERRIS WHEEL

The Christmas morning chaos has subsided some — or at least has spread to other rooms. I sit alone with my Ferris Wheel and watch it slowly spin around — up and down and up and down — with music … Continue reading

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SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHY SHE CRIES

She doesn’t know why she cries and neither do I — but I try to. Tears flow from sadness and from  pain — sometimes flow belatedly  from ancient pain and long ago sadness when some event denied the weeping — … Continue reading

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YOUR TIME WILL COME

The OLD forget what YOUNG is like and the YOUNG  can’t know what OLD is like. That’s how it is They often get along quite well but there’s sometimes hell to pay when they do not get their way. Sometimes … Continue reading

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