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Wednesday, April 2, 2008

The lowdown on notapoet -- by notapoet, naturally.

He is a skinny old codger with moustache and long, graying hair. He is not, as rumor has it, older than dirt. He is almost as old as dirt, and often as hard to get rid of. At other times he simply seems to disappear for extended periods of time. Then he reappears like a bad penny. He prefers to do... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, April 1, 2008

The smooth flow of life and lack of strife is a delight – notapoet

Going along fine, the future looking so bright… nothing could go wrong. Money on the way, and the budget is just right… no trouble in sight. Wham, bam, thank you ma’am! The computer is dead and April’s fool is me. *&%$#@* and a few more expressions that I shouldn’t be saying out loud in mixed... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 31, 2008

America’s Pastime

It’s opening day! Baseball starts for real, hooray! What more can I say? Lots, really. But I’ll keep it short here and leave most of my thoughts on my favorite sport for my “As American as Apple Pie & Baseball” blog in Sports & Leisure. For now I’ll just say you can forget about the two games in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 29, 2008

28 and 13 for Psycho T -- non-poetry for sports fans

Player of the year? No doubt. A national champ? Next week we shall see. He’s Final Four Bound, Ready to carry the Heels On to victory. Yeah, I know. It only makes sense to a sports fan. But if poetry expresses passion, hope and desire, this one qualifies. UNC basketball has been one of the main... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 28, 2008

Pseudo haiku courtesy of some shameless borrowing from the bard

To sleep and perchance to dream of happier days before love was lost. I think the partial quote I’ve mangled comes from Shakespeare. Perhaps from Hamlet. That would fit, though it doesn’t matter if I’m wrong on both counts. I’ll leave it up to you to correct me if I’m wrong. I’m not as interested in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 27, 2008

Non-poetry as commentary on the state of Blogit today

Top 100: 45 Poetry blogs… I’m not included. Boohoo. Though, believe it or not, ol’ notapoet has actually cracked the Top 100 with his non-poetry a couple of times for a day or two. There is no accounting for some people’s taste in bad poetry. Or maybe it’s these little commentaries that occasionally... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Organized chaos: the writing life as practiced by notapoet

Spring cleaning, oh joy! what a writer needs to do… ‘cause neatness counts. Not. My philosophy for writing and adventure -- organized chaos Stacks of books and notes surrounding the ol’ work space prevent time wasting. Dictionary and encyclopedia at hand and ready for use; Keyboard, scratch paper,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 23, 2008

Reflections on the new season tempered by three score and more gone before

Old loves, broken dreams, the tribulations of life… briefly forgotten: March madness, baseball, first loves, the wonders of spring… make one young again. This happens to me every spring. Life’s strange mixture of experiences and passions sharpens into focus with the season of growth and renewal.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 21, 2008

The cyclic renewal of a new season, notapoet style

Hay fever abounds, noses run and sneezes sound… it does not matter. Flowers are blooming, lawns turn green, and children play… ‘tis that happy day. Trees sprout new green leaves, woodpeckers tap, songbirds sing… Spring has sprung -- hooray! Worked my ass off, and tonight’s temp was near freezing,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Thinking of days long ago and far away -- nostalgia reigns again

Standing in the cold, dark morning, Waiting for the school bus with Mark. My grandson, full of anticipation For his day of learning, Brought back memories of days Long ago and far away When another youngster Looked forward to school days Full of knowledge and fun. Days when classmates were... Sign in to see full entry.

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