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
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
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
There Once Was A Boy From Flint – My first limerickThere once was a boy from FlintWho developed an annoying squintTry as he may to see clearThe world looked all a smearHe cried and to his mother and did sighShe smiled and wiped the sleep from his eyeRoy RichardNovember 2023
Isn’t it amazing, That our brains remember best the bad? Is it because of self-worth? Or maybe self-hatred? So many good memories! So much happiness! Yet I wallow in the deep dark pits, Of memories that hurt too much. Regret of actions not taken, Shame for actions put in pace. Please my psyche stop the… Read More The Psyche
My dad did not believe in paying anyone to accomplish anything that he thought he could do. From pouring concrete, to roofing, to car maintenance, to small engine repair; he would figure out how to do it. The results of this included the need for tools. Lots and lots of tools.He was not one to… Read More Dad’s Tools
My Dad was a breast man, he called them TITTY-BALLS,I guess this was his version of knockers, melons or boobs.When I was three my Mom took me brasserie shopping with her,Maybe not her best decision.When I saw all those mannequins with their bras on,I screamed, “Mom, look at all the TITTY-BALLS!In shame she took me… Read More Titty-Balls
Ramblings of an Old Coot 