Hey What About Us?We strive to provide better,For the offshoots of our loins.Better education.Better life experiences.Adventures untold.My life has been blessed,With five of the female persuasion,And one fine son in-law.All living their dreams,Expanding their lives.But sadly, in the dust,I often feel left behind.Scrambling to get an update,Yearning for a tale or two.Oh. Please don’t forget… Read More Hey What About Us?
Time is By Henry van Dyke Time is Too Slow for those who Wait, Too Swift for those who Fear, Too Long for those who Grieve, Too Short for those who Rejoice; But for those who Love, Time is not. Henry van Dyke MUSIC AND OTHER POEMS 1904
There Once Was a Man There once was a man, Who tried not to give a damn. He tried to ignore, Yet his mind said, “Be more”! So, he pushed his betterment down, And often looked like a clown. You see he thought love, Would fly to him like a dove. And acceptance would fill… Read More There Once Was a Man
PIETASWhile thrifting recently I ran across the course book from the Great Courses series called Heroes and Legends: The Most Influential Characters of Literature. I thought this might be a lame read, I have enjoyed it so far. Written by Professor Thomas A. Shippey, the ties into the real world are fascinating.The one that has… Read More PIETAS
Charles Baudelaire – The Corpse Remember, my Beloved, what thing we met By the roadside on that sweet summer day; There on a grassy couch with pebbles set, A loathsome body lay. The wanton limbs stiff-stretched into the air, Steaming with exhalations vile and dank, In ruthless cynic fashion had laid bare The swollen side… Read More Charles Baudelaire – The Corpse
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE – THE EMPIRE – 1902 They said that it had feet of clay, That its fall was sure and quick. In the flames of yesterday All the clay was burned to brick. When they carved our epitaph And marked us doomed beyond recall, “We are,” we answered, with a laugh, “The Empire… Read More ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE – THE EMPIRE – 1902
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
Ramblings of an Old Coot 