“Words” by me
“Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.” – George Eliot I have poems written by my Great -great Aunt Katherine that need to be shared. I want to keep her memory alive and even though I never knew her I heard enough about her to know that she was a… Read More Katherine Cary Place
You are one of my greatest creationsMy longing is to declare thatBut that wouldn’t be correctIt just isn’t trueFor everything you have come to be is a consequence of you You are the Master Craftsman and Inventor of your lifeYou have chosen from the ingredients presentedUsing no blueprintFollowing no recipeFabricated them into this amazing being… Read More You Are One of My Greatest Creations
A Manifesto From A Soon To Be Former IntrovertAll of my adult life, I have hidden behind the tag of being an introvert. Yes, I claim to be a Wallflower. You know the type, standoffish, quiet, preferring to be alone or in small groups, always standing in the eves. As I age though, I seem… Read More A Manifesto From A Soon To Be Former Introvert
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?
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
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
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
Ramblings of an Old Coot 