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Monday, January 23, 2012

REALITY CHECK

Some day when you want to gasp, paint a desk globe blue. The thickness of that coat of paint shows how much atmosphere Earth has, the shell of air we need to live. After you have gasped, breathe deep. Enjoy your great good fortune. Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 22, 2012

A STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND

Not to be ungracious to my fellow bards on poem nights at open mikes, but they are a trip to watch. At best, there's youthful craziness, some anger, sadness at the pain of love and parting, energy in great supply, heartbreak at the way of things. At worst, a few rely on words that simply shock:... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 21, 2012

MAY I PEEK AT YOUR EASEL THERE?

Emily would hide her poems or tuck them into envelopes. She had her ways, we have ours. In a way, our blogit site is like an artist colony: we hang out there to create, put in words the thing we feel, do our best to get it right then post, let others take a look. That done, we look at other's stuff,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 20, 2012

1/2/12 - MY NEW YEAR'S INVENTORY

1. One old man who once was young, seems not to know that he's grown old until he tries to stand erect 2. A wife who's dearly loved but lame, wheelchair-bound and growing vague, (Gallantry be damned, that's how it is!) 3. A son long since become a man, loves wife and kids, has grown up straight -... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 19, 2012

WELL, THERE'S ALWAYS FANTASY FOOTBALL ,,,

Oh saucy little weather-wench, I waited for you long each day! The two who who manned the TV newsdesk? I wanted them to go away. That blow-dried airhead and the other -vanilla-flavored blond-du-jour - chattered on insipidly, making news a total bore until he batted notes together when the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 18, 2012

MEMO TO PONCE DE LEON - haiku

We have enough Youth. What I am looking for is a Fountain of Smart! Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 17, 2012

ADVENTURES IN UNPACKING (to be read as hip-hop)

Opening the box with my new Brother's printer in it, I found one of those little bags of silica-gel granules that prevent moisture. The bag said - and I quote - DO NOT EAT! I couldn't help wondering what kind of moron needed that warning: Dude get on your cell, call your friend Danielle! She say,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 15, 2012

UNCOMFORTABLE WITH HEROES

- "Martin Luther King drank, smoked, and wenched." - from a review of the new play,"The Mountaintop" We like our heroes faultless, perfect, distant. That way we are safe from them. If they say "Come follow me," who can blame us if we don't? We're not made of noble metal as they are! Yet if, just... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 14, 2012

I'M CLEARLY OF TWO MINDS ON THIS

A preternatural light suffuses predawn bedroom ceiling. Not heard this year, the race of tires spinning, seeking traction, the scrape of shovel on its driveway - these the only sounds that break the muffled silence lying heavy on the air. I shuffle over, pull the blinds, am dazzled by the sight that... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 13, 2012

FRIDAY THE 13th - inauspicious day to post this poem, but here goes:

THE YELLOWSTONE ELEGY Our last day will begin the same as any other, but before that evening falls, a corner of Wyoming will be gone. A sound not heard these million years will deafen people in New England, bury this our continent, bring on a global winter, make us re-define just what we mean by... Sign in to see full entry.

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