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Thursday, September 27, 2007

A brief description of the events of 9-12-07, in pseudo-haiku, natch

Cool summer breezes quickly waft flames high and wide… adrenalin rush. Home, sweet tin sweat box wreathed by leaves and pine straw… almost up in smoke. Scorched sweat box survives, to shelter notapoet through ass-freezing time. This is just a little commentary about almost going up in flames, along... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

A Great Deal in Common

Me and Charlie Brown Had a great deal in common: Dreams of sports glory, Never to be realized; A strange little dog, And a cute little red-haired girl, Unfulfilled dreams, And unrelenting failure. There were differences. Good old Charles was a klutz, While I might as well have been… Same result.... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

No rhyme, this time

…or anything else remotely poetic here, and there may not be for a while longer. When something comes bubbling to the top that resembles poetry I tend to go with the flow and fake it. On other occasions even near-poetry, faux Haiku, limericks, lists of evocative song titles and anything that rhymes... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 31, 2007

Nightmare/daymare

The greatest terror of dreams and waking hours… growing old alone. Yeah, I know. It pretty much stinks if you’re looking for decent poetry, Haiku or otherwise. But it never was my intention to create great poetry here, even if I could. In fact, I just about deleted it before posting it at all. I... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Things Change

My friends are legion and life seems comfortable… yet, farewells are said. Farewell and God speed… there is no word for goodbye… till we meet again. It is a sad thing to bid farewell to friends, new and old. Today I’ve bid three a fond farewell. I fear there may be more farewells to come, but such... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Plotting the future

Lazy days and nights are so pleasant in practice… retirement beckons. Some of us will never completely retire, and I’m probably one of those. But I’ll probably take early retirement in February so that I can enjoy working at a slower and more enjoyable pace. It won’t be the retirement I always... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Not quite the way I remember it.

My favorite oldies radio station from nearby Sanford, North Carolina has been running trivia contests all day long. The prize for winners is one of those Time-Life Music Compilations, “1967, The Summer of Love,” or something reasonably close to that. I have strong memories of the period, not all of... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Haiku don’t rhyme, do it?

Strange days and strange ways of powers that be and me… embrace change, or strange? Just a little nonsense, or is it? At first I thought it meant something. Then I was sure it was a little bit of nothing. And now, after a bit… Aw, hell! And oh, well! Truth to tell… It’s too deep for me, you see… And... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

“No, not me,” he said

…before the question was asked… while sweating buckets. One hundred degrees in the shade and still climbing… longing for winter? As hot and miserable as our extended heat wave has been, I’ll take this type of discomfort over freezing my ass off. The tin sweatbox of summer turns into a freezer... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Lonliness is...

missing your sweet voice, and the caress of your songs… before your love died. When Elvis died I didn’t have many of his recordings. The ex, a naturally gifted songstress capable of memorizing most songs after just a listen or two, wanted a greatest hits album. I responded by buying her every album... Sign in to see full entry.

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