Fuck Golden Rules Tis better to give than to receive. Or some ass told me. Early training, starting at an early age. Taught to give, give, give. Taught to follow the rules, ALL of the rules. Taught to think of others, Always placing myself second. My mind was effectively brainwashed into believing, That by doing… Read More Fuck Golden Rules
I have read an unbelievable amount this year. I must admit that many were short works of poetry, some were children’s books, maybe even for the first time some graphic novels. To be truthful, I shy away from longer books that require more investment of my time. I almost always have a book of fiction… Read More 2023 My Year in Books
William Andrews – Poetry on Panes Here in my wicker chair I sitt, From folly far, and far from witt, Content to live, devoid of care, With country folks and country fare; To listen to my landlord’s tale, And drink his health in Yorkshire ale; Then smoak and read the York Courant; I’m happy and… Read More William Andrews – Poetry on Panes
PHILIP FRENEAU – MODERN DEVOTION To church I went, with good intent, To hear Sangrado preach and pray; But objects there, black, brown and fair, Turned eyes and heart a different way. Miss Patty’s fan, Miss Molly’s man, With powdered hair and dimple cheek; Miss Bridget’s eyes, that once made prize Of Fopling with his… Read More PHILIP FRENEAU – MODERN DEVOTION
JG Saxe – I’m Growing Old I’m growing fonder of my staff; I’m growing dimmer in the eyes; I’m growing fainter in my laugh; I’m growing deeper in my sighs; I’m growing careless of my dress; I’m growing frugal of my gold; I’m growing wise; I’m growing,—yes,— I’m growing old. J.G. SAXE THE PROJECT GUTENBERG… Read More JG Saxe – I’m Growing Old
WH DAVIES – Garden Plans I’ll have the primrose grow in grass, Held up in hands of soft, green moss. If in twelve months no green moss grows On that large stone, then out It goes. Above my window-top there’ll be A creeper that grows wild and free; Until so many leaves have grown, They’ll… Read More WH DAVIES – Garden Plans
Somebody I AM somebody I WAS somebody ! WILL be somebody Of course, these are all true statements Because we all are somebody. Right? So, dear muse, Why is claiming this title So full of loneliness? With nearly 8 billion other somebodies, Somebody ought to see me. But here I dwell. Nothing to see here,… Read More Somebody
Santa My childhood visits to Santa, Always took place at the Smith Bridgman’s Department Store. None of the visits were remarkable enough, To burn a true memory into my mind. Except the last year I visited, The year I was seven. My classmates had argued about the truth of Santa And so, I heard for… Read More Santa Santa
FUCKFUCK!Yeah fuck, fuck, fuck! The mood is dark, almost savage. A time bomb ready to explode. There needs to be a release.FUCK!Life has caught up, And is now slowing its pace. Teasing me, leading me on. Offering no peace or rest.FUCK!No singleton notices me, Unless to frustrate my mood. No one calls, texts, emails. I am an invisible entity.FUCK!Do… Read More FUCK! (Please pardon this non-holiday rant)
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX – TWO WOMEN I know two women, and one is chaste And cold as the snows on a winter waste, Stainless ever in act and thought (As a man, born dumb, in speech errs not). But she has malice toward her kind, A cruel tongue and a jealous mind. Void of pity… Read More ELLA WHEELER WILCOX – TWO WOMEN
Ramblings of an Old Coot 