Monthly Archives: September 2014

MOSTLY I WAIT AND SEE

There have been enough changes. I don’t want any more.   I want things to remain the same.   But they won’t and can’t no matter if I stage a rant and seriously complain that things won’t remain the same. … Continue reading

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I’M FINE

When my peers commenced to disappear awhile ago — it seems when that began that I was slightly troubled.  A  minuscule fear took hold of me,  and it was more than bland.   At  times it shaped the things that … Continue reading

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THOSE FOLKS WHO GIVE UP DRIVING

I watched them over the years: those folks who gave up driving. I even suggested to some that it would be wise for them to turn in their vehicle’s key.   It was difficult to make the suggestion but not … Continue reading

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FUSSING SOME

I  would like to see the skies cluttered with stars but the city lights intrude.   I  would like to hear the sounds of creatures near my habitat but the traffic babel joins the  sounds of manicuring the space in … Continue reading

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HOW IT IS SOMETIMES

Sometimes I’m quite serious when I compose a poem and know where I’m going.   Sometimes I’m just curious about what will happen when I open up my Apple and view an empty screen.   What I mean is I … Continue reading

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The Help

Every night I’m deaf.   When “the help” is laid upon my bedside table I hear nothing — nothing but  the silence.   And I find in it a place for prayer to resonate until sleep carries me away from … Continue reading

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A SOMBER SONNET

The news is of another severed head. I wish there were some other news instead. There may be some that’s good — but dominating are the darkest deeds that man’s creating. I feel so far away from so much pain … Continue reading

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SUCH A TEMPORARY THING!

I’ve made more than twelve thousand baby rattles since 1980. They’ve been shipped all over our fine land.   Most babies were able to grasp them by the time they were six months old — and discarded them certainly after … Continue reading

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ELASTICITY

In our exercise room a friend who was working out said to me “I have lost my elasticity!” So we commiserated. I’ve lost mine, too — or most of it. But isn’t it great that we had it — and … Continue reading

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ANOTHER CHANCE TO BE

We who have harvested many years are not quite ready to add our cheers to the way the world is now — the one, for a time, we served in various ways and today sit back with little more than … Continue reading

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