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
SEASONS GREETINGSSmoke curls from the chimneys –Jack Frost fills the air –Downtowns filled with shoppers –There is bustling everywhere.Children’s eyes are bright and shiny –As to “Santa Claus” they write –Of the many nice surprises –To be brought on Christmas night.The trees have lost their emerald dresses –They’re no longer bleak and brown –They are… Read More SEASONS GREETINGS from 1962 by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
G K Chesterton – The Song of the Strange Ascetic IF I had been a Heathen, I’d have praised the purple vine, My slaves should dig the vineyards, And I would drink the wine; But Higgins is a Heathen, And his slaves grow lean and grey, That he may drink some tepid milk Exactly twice… Read More G K Chesterton – The Song of the Strange Ascetic
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
Don Marquis mehitabel dances with boreas On a hibernal note, a cockroach types, regarding his friend Mehitabel the cat: well boss i saw mehitabel last evening she was out in the alley dancing on the cold cobbles while the wild december wind blew through her frozen whiskers and as she danced she wailed and sang… Read More Don Marquis mehitabel dances with boreas
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
THE RAVIN’ RAVEN With Apologies to Edgar Allan Poe and Anthony Comstock Once upon a midnight dreary, As I pondered weak and weary O’er an empty quart of bootleg and was wishing there were more, Suddenly there came a tapping, Sounding like some female rapping. Rapping like the very devil Just without my chamber door;… Read More THE RAVIN’ RAVEN – Hot Dog: Regular Fellows Monthly, Nov. 1921
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
Ramblings of an Old Coot 