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Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Attacked By Noodles

At present, Blogit has turned into something that is not very fun any longer. Cycles come and go, so I am certain that it won't be long until things begin to improve. Right now I'm a bit fricative in that I want to blow off steam using a couple of consonant words in a very abrasive manner...or just... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 18, 2018

A Sick Imagination

A holding tank for tender-aged children (under age 12) taken from their parents and placed in a large warehouse, here in the "wonderful" USA, is beyond my imagining. Immigrants are human beings. Where is our compassion, our caring, our love. There are already approximately 30,000 minors involved in... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Things My Father Taught Me

With Fathers Day coming up on Sunday, I can't help but remember my Dad and his 89 years on this earth. I could not have had a better one for me. I loved him dearly and liked being with him wherever he went, even to places I didn't like being. He had a wonderful sense of humor, but was not a bit... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 11, 2018

Road To The Future

"When you are nineteen, the future stretches away like a highway until it disappears into the haze. Who knows what lies ahead on that infinite misty road?" ~ Stephen Coontz (Intruders) It seems like only yesterday that the road into the future stretched before me. With excited hopes, and a longing... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Caught Up In Controversy

"Stem cell research is a relatively new technology that takes primitive human cells and develops them into most any of the 220 varieties of cells in the human body....possibly....cures....hopeful possibilities....serious concerns over the ethics of...conducting scientific research...on human... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 9, 2018

Too Much For Me

A couple of years ago, when I was still thinking poetry now and then, I wrote this ditty for my friends and relatives on Facebook. I have no idea whether or not I also posted it on Blogit. If I can't remember that, maybe no one else will remember either, or care that it is not something I composed... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 8, 2018

Tale Of A Broken Coccyx

The airborne fluff from the cottonwood trees surrounding the lake across the road gives the impression that it is snowing on this very warm and sunny day. Though I can't see the tree itself from here, it makes me happy to know it is there. It takes me back to my childhood home and the huge... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 7, 2018

The Fourth Day

The First Day, the words flowed and my fingers tapped across the keyboard telling what was on my mind that was important to me and I felt interesting for someone else to read. It needed very little editing. All it needed was a little photo that I had taken last year, and it was tucked away in my... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Phil Has A Job

He cannot speak. At least he can not form words or voice his mind, but he speaks with his eyes, his expressions, his body language, his smile, his laughter. I have never seen a person not smile back at him or get angry at him, or desire to mistreat him. Curiosity is the worst reaction I've seen and... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 2, 2018

Two-Thirds Over And Gone

SPRING IN THE EYES OF RIBCAGE woods rife with birdsong alive in fresh air nothing but puffery blowin' the hair. kilter yer lemma furbish the bell toss those long-johns six feet in the air. I don't think anyone dislikes winter more than Ribcage. He learned to hate it when he was in the US Navy and... Sign in to see full entry.

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