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Saturday, February 7, 2009

Apology, explanation, whatever…

Cold to the bone blues: frozen fingers, frosty toes… blogging postponed. Well, not the only reason the nonpoet hasn’t been around much lately, but a little more significant than those damned computer glitches. The computer problems have been aggravating as well as time consuming to overcome. But... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 1, 2009

The big game

Super Bowl Sunday, Steelers versus Cardinals… who claims victory? My team lost ‘em all. There is no joy in Mudville… no football party. Who do I favor, when my team proved so inept? Flip a coin. Pick one. Okay, it’s hard to get enthusiastic about a championship game when my beloved Lions couldn’t... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

The snow of ’09

Fine snowy power blankets the earth, chills the bones… and makes my heart glad. I’m not a big fan of winter wonderlands outside of photographs. I had more than enough of that to last me a lifetime when I was a small boy living on the northernmost tip of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. Snow deeper than I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 15, 2009

The bare-naked truth Haiku

A Buddhist nudist, practicing yoga bare, said… “Ommmmm…bare butts are cool.” Sorry folks, but I was skimming a list of nudist one liners and two of them just begged to be put together. A little minor editing produced the groaner above. I promise to be good in the future. Not. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Perserverance…and hope

Through dark, gloomy night we strive toward first light of… a dawning new age. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Overnight Reflections

Unseasonably warm night, capped by falling rain… soul-comforting tease Winter’s early bite is tempered by brief respite… spirits rise and dance Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 4, 2009

Untitled

Yesterday was a quiet day Spent reading and watching TV – Old movies and ballgames mostly – In case you had a wish to know. Today may be more of the same, And tomorrow may also go On a similar path, you know… Or maybe I’ll rejoin the game. Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 15, 2008

Time of the Season

Till Christmas morning: single digit shopping days… and then Christmas cheer? There will always be tomorrow and tomorrows… with or without me. The title is borrowed from the 1969 hit by The Zombies. The first pseudo-Haiku is a reflection on hard times for average Americans across the board. The... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 22, 2008

Why I’m notapoet.

Line after line of verse, Whether rhymed or not, Fail to entrance me Almost every time. Give me a prose account With loads of crisp action, And few flowery images To halt and confuse me. When I do read verse. I prefer it to be terse With little glamor And lots of humor. And when I write it, The... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 15, 2008

When will the Phoenix take flight?

Wall Street, Wall Street, how low can you go? How far will the marget sink ‘fore ‘tis so low it must rise from the ashen depths and upward flow? Market experts and players alike, all try to show how this tactic and that will force stocks to grow. But when the Phoenix will rise and soar… they do not... Sign in to see full entry.

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