Mere mortal man I am, Neither a god or a supreme being, Just an ordinary person. One who would not be missed, only forgotten. My skills and knowledge are many, Yet none see the forms I take, The concerns I share. Just another Joe, nothing to see here. I have accepted my place on this… Read More Mere Mortal Man
Don Marquis mehitabel dances with boreas On a hibernal note, a cockroach types, regarding his friend Mehitabel the cat: well boss i saw mehitabel last evening she was out in the alley dancing on the cold cobbles while the wild december wind blew through her frozen whiskers and as she danced she wailed and sang… Read More Don Marquis mehitabel dances with boreas
All my life I have been an introvert (a shy, reticent person). Never had many of those close friends that fill all the comedy movies with their dedication. Over time I think I began to falsely believe that I could live well being a hermit. But now 60 years plus< I find myself feeling more… Read More lonely street of dreams
Words of Vonnegut “…the most valuable thing you can get from an education is this – the memory of one person who could really teach, who’s lessons made life and yourselves much more interesting and fuller of possibilities than you had previously supposed possible.” “”What is it artists do?” And I mumbled something. “They do… Read More Words of Vonnegut
During the most formative (wink wink) years of my teens, one of my favorite bands was Three Dog Night. I never knew until recently that the name came from the number of dogs the Aboriginals would sleep with to keep warm during cold nights. Three being the ideal number for frigid nights.One of their songs… Read More One by Three Dog Night
THE RAVIN’ RAVEN With Apologies to Edgar Allan Poe and Anthony Comstock Once upon a midnight dreary, As I pondered weak and weary O’er an empty quart of bootleg and was wishing there were more, Suddenly there came a tapping, Sounding like some female rapping. Rapping like the very devil Just without my chamber door;… Read More THE RAVIN’ RAVEN – Hot Dog: Regular Fellows Monthly, Nov. 1921
He opened the dusty old book,Thumbing his way to the “d”s.Slowly working his way through the alphabet,He found the dreaded word.“DESIRE”The feeling that accomplishesAn unsatisfied state.His whole life had been and currently wasUnsatisfied.So, what then were his desires?Roy RichardNovember 2023
MANY thousands of years ago, when the poles of “the earth were its pleasant spots and when the tropics were too hot for human life, Nimba grew to her full height and was still a maid. Many had been her suitors, but from the time she had pulled down her first wild animal, she had… Read More RTM Scott – NIMBA THE CAVE GIRL
Rambling words concerning The Art of Recklessness: Poetry as Assertive force and Contradiction by Dean YoungCraft: Skill in planning, making or executing.Skill: The ability to use one’s knowledge effectively. On page 162, in my edition, he does admit, “… it is a craft after all…” My college English Professor for 101, 102 and 105 was… Read More Rambling words concerning The Art of Recklessness: Poetry as Assertive force and Contradiction by Dean Young
She Ruled She rules with an iron fist None dare equation her motives Her desires were law Unwritten and unchallengeable Most did not see the truth Such was her acting Deception was one of her traits Deceit was never far away So, we followed along Mindless and gullible Hoping for her blessing Satisfied with less… Read More She Ruled
Ramblings of an Old Coot 