Poetry – Rostie Publishing

First Car

My first car was a cool 72 Chevy Nova2-door with rally wheelsBurnt Orange and black interior350 V-8, automatic, 4-barrel carb.More car than a teenager needed.Fast, not as fast as some, but whoaShe was dubbed Tequila SunriseA tropical sunrise adorned her trunk.8-track player? CheckCB Radio? CheckCustom afghan in the back seat? CheckCustom pillows, too? ChackIn those…

Smelt Dipping

Smelt Dipping(My first ‘Published’ Piece, Written at age 11)A few weeks ago, our family went smelt dipping. My cousin used a pair of our waders and went out dipping for smelt. When he came back to shore, he was soaked and wet. Then I went out and started dipping. I caught one w]and went back…

12th Grade Book Report – Cats Cradle – Vonnegut

I wrote this ‘book report’ in the 12th grade in High School. My American Literature teacher, Mr. David Fisher, was quite the Vonnegut fan. I have learned to appreciate Vonnegut over the years and was surprised at my response here in, all these years later. Mr. Fisher was a fantastic teacher and instilled in me…

First Car

My first car was a cool 72 Chevy Nova2-door with rally wheelsBurnt Orange and black interior350 V-8, automatic, 4-barrel carb.More car than a teenager needed.Fast, not as fast as some,…

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Profound Kindness

Watching the world hateSeeing it attack itselfNo care given to kindnessI often wonder howWe can tolerate this hurtContinue to function neverthelessI try my best to do goodTo show love and…

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Cool

Oh wow! I fell prey to the mainstream teen phenomenonYeah, man, my generation had the commercial power And cause we had shared interests and “disposable income.”We changed the worldStep aside,…

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One Word

I was asked the other dayOver a pint, don’t ya knowWhat one word describes your childhoodI thought, smiled, and contemplatedFrowned, grimaced, and mutteredStarted to answer, then thought againThere was love…

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Cecil

Yeah, my brother, my big brother,He was 22 years my senior. Someone cut from a whole other generation, if you will. Born of my father’s second marriage. He spent his…

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When I Look to the Past

When I look to the past, the one thing I miss the most,Is the simplicity of childhood.The wonder of learning new thingsNo large responsibilitiesBeing provided forLoved unconditionally2026

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Life is A Bowl of Cherries

Ponder this old sayingLife is a bowl of cherriesDoes it not instill thoughts of pristine, gleaming fruitBut the top sparkling layerThese hide the rotting, spoiling bottomTruth of the bowlLife is…

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When I Grow Up

As a small child, I was told that when I grew up, I would be a preacher. One of those who stands in the pulpitAnd screams for twenty minutes, A…

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Jo Lums

Kitty corner from my childhood home Stood, with faded and peeling paint A gloomy red building Jo Lums Chinese RestaurantWe never, EVER ate there Not that we ate Chinese at…

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First Memory

Terror and fearForm in my mindAs I recall my earliest memoryChristmas at Grandmother EdmondsA yule time of cussing and fightingCould be had by all.Dad, after a few beersHas glazed eyes…

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I’m So Tired

I’m so TIREDSixty-plus years of adulting has me just TUCKERED ME OUTWhy do I have to make decisions?Be the responsible one?I’m so EXHAUSTEDOf always doing the right thingWhy can’t life…

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Kendall

KendallIt started with a hectic, mad dash southTo a frustrating city with no vacanciesBut oh, the outcome was so sweetA bright-eyed, beautiful baby girlThe last bundle of joyTo grace our…

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