This Pen of mine is simply grand,I never loved a pen so much;This Paper (underneath my hand)Is really a delight to touch;And never in my life, I think,Did I make use of finer ink.The Subject upon which I writeIs everything that I could choose;I seldom knew my Wits more bright,More cosmopolitan my Views;Nor ever did… Read More Unknown (COL. D. STREAMER) – A Bad Workman Complains of his Tools
The snow tires howl on the dry pavement,The dog wears four boots of mud,The runoff of the thaw threatens flooding.But the trees bud out,The plants crack the soil as they emerge.Robin Red Breast appears.Welcome back spring.Roy RichardDecember 2023
Rudolph Valentino GLORIFICATION To WW The arms of the earth broke through the sod And clenched his fist in derision, For clay knows not the might of God, It has but earthy vision. The finger of God wrote in the sky A sign of mighty fire: “Reach up to me for I am Life” But… Read More Rudolph Valentino GLORIFICATION To WW
CrocusThe days begin to lengthen,An occasional warm day appears.The snow now dirty and gray,Begins its slow drip, drip, drip.Mother nature teases us with spring.But like George Sontos, can’t be trusted.She gives false hope by dangling signs before us.Then spit in your face with ice and snow.The devastation laid upon my soul,Brought on by her sadistic… Read More Crocus
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX – THE GHOSTS There was no wind, and yet the air Seemed suddenly astir; There were no forms, and yet all space Seemed thronged with growing hosts. They came from Where, and from Nowhere, Like phantoms as they were; They came from many a land and place— The ghosts, the ghosts, the… Read More ELLA WHEELER WILCOX – THE GHOSTS
Can we agree, that we as humans,Want to be noticed?Even the most devote hermit, Wants to be known for his solitude.Amazing that this desire hides within us,But fear of failure keeps us down.Worry of others thoughts,Whisper in our own minds.But who cares of those thoughts?One must shrug off those phantoms,Square your shoulders,And stand before the… Read More Be You
SEASONS GREETINGSSmoke curls from the chimneys –Jack Frost fills the air –Downtowns filled with shoppers –There is bustling everywhere.Children’s eyes are bright and shiny –As to “Santa Claus” they write –Of the many nice surprises –To be brought on Christmas night.The trees have lost their emerald dresses –They’re no longer bleak and brown –They are… Read More SEASONS GREETINGS from 1962 by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
G K Chesterton – The Song of the Strange Ascetic IF I had been a Heathen, I’d have praised the purple vine, My slaves should dig the vineyards, And I would drink the wine; But Higgins is a Heathen, And his slaves grow lean and grey, That he may drink some tepid milk Exactly twice… Read More G K Chesterton – The Song of the Strange Ascetic
Ramblings of an Old Coot 