My Childhood ChristmasMy parents were a June – December romance.Dad, older had, three other children.This put me in a strange position.Nieces and nephews being near my age.My brother’s children were little monsters.Destruction and terror reigned their lives.I learned quickly about my Christmas gifts.Joy in opening them.Happiness in unpacking and assembling them.Ecstasy for a few hours.Then… Read More My Childhood Christmas
Love I Give The Love I give, The Love I share, Is mine to bestow, In the manner I may choose. What gives you the right, To dictate to me, The where, the what, the how, And the why? Of my Love! Roy Richard January 2024
FUCK YOU GRANDMOTHER I never found favor in my Grandmother Edmonds eyes, Some of my cousins came from her oldest son. Are they NOT special? The others came from her youngest son, Are they NOT special? I came from her oldest daughter. Nothing special here. In her older years, she lived with us. No one… Read More FUCK YOU GRANDMOTHER
SIDNEY ROYSE LYSAGHT – LIFE AND LOVE Weeds and flowers grow and die; Sunlight never is withholden. There were flowers long ago, Others coming by and by:— Do they for the light’s sake grow, Or for their sake is it golden? Hope and sorrow, joy and strife, Years and pleasures new and olden Leave us:… Read More SIDNEY ROYSE LYSAGHT – LIFE AND LOVE
Ghosts of Christmas Past Hermy, Grinch, Santa, Frosty, Charlie Brown’s Tree Characters of a bad dream? Nightmares of a childhood? Supposed happiness in Technicolor? All burned within my brain. Tempting me with memories, not all good. What would the season be? Without this cast of misfits? My head tries to revert, To some type of… Read More Ghosts of Christmas Past
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
Ramblings of an Old Coot 