The pandemic was on the job training,An education for what was to come.From it we learned isolation and hopelessness,And a lack of faith in our leaders.This despondency stayed with us. Now as we enter an even darker phase,Fearing the unknown.We are somewhat prepared,Ready to hoard and protect,Ourselves and our social unit. Did the before time… Read More The pandemic was on the job training
Is it not evidentThat the status quoIs, no longer acceptable? Our nation’s leadersContinue down the same pathsAnd nothing changes After 248 yearsYou would think we have evolvedTruthfully, we have not Race, gender, sex, color, etc.All still have a dividing effectOn our fucked-up society Do not preach equalityLying to the massesThen walk a different path All… Read More Is It Not Evident
Now Uncle Bud was thought to be a ‘good man’, who knew his demons by their first names.He occasionally fell prey to the temptations and call of Whiskey, Beer, Women and Dice. He was considered to be a snazzy gentleman, with cigarettes rolled in the sleeve of his white cotton tee shirt.His hair perfectly styled… Read More The Ballad of Uncle Bud
Sugar and spice? Snips and snails? That’s what little boys and girls are made of? Not my generation, we came from something a little different. Start with the rock music of Alice Cooper, Bob Seger, Foghat, BTO and more. Disco and its constant nagging, never changing beat. Add some Mad Dog 2020, Boones Farm, Bartles… Read More Where I Learned to Drink
As the years come and go in a lifetime –There are changes made every day.We move away from our old friends –And meet new ones along the way.Ten years ago when I moved here –I’d get homesick and awfully blue –But the past few years have been happy.I’m sharing a friendship with you.I enjoy having… Read More MY FRIEND by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Are the Monsters Real?I grew up with monsters like all baby boomers, You know the fictitious kind,Dracula, Frankenstein, The Wolfman, Godzilla, Oh, and the Creature from the Black Lagoon.But in truth, are all monsters in our lives, Only those of fairy tales and imagination?What if those horrors take on life? What if in truth they… Read More Are the Monsters Real?
Camping at Lake Kathryn by Katherine Cary PlaceWe folks all planned to go and camp, just four were in the bunch,So, we packed out fishing tackle, and put up a scrumptious lunch,We had bacon, eggs and coffee, raisin bread, and ginger cake,The good old-fashioned kind, you know, like Mother used to make.We got a pretty… Read More Camping at Lake Kathryn by Katherine Cary Place
I Got the JobI can’t believe I got the job! Granny had been threatening me that I would have to move out of her basement if I didn’t begin to carry my weight. I do not understand, I’m a twenty-three-year-old man still trying to align his life goals. It was so unfair that mom and… Read More I Got the Job
The Passing of Summer by Katherine Cary PlaceOld summer is over, I knew by the woodland, The songs of the birds are so hushed and so still,The brook through the meadow, how gently it’s flowing, The leaves turn to crimson down under the hill.Old summer is dying, and I am sighing, For the bright golden… Read More The Passing of Summer by Katherine Cary Place
Tipsy by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillHow’s the kitty that you found –Sought for the local pound?I hear it (he? or she?) –Tipped its water dish – Oh me!Then ventured to the litter box –Came out clothed in shoes and socks.Then you had to give it a bath –Am surprised there was no wrath.Then you had to… Read More Tipsy by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
Ramblings of an Old Coot 