“Words” by me
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
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)
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
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
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
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
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
Ramblings of an Old Coot 