Category: My Work
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Serpentine Answers
Serpentine Answers What has become of me? A stupid question, But the answer is more than complicated, It is serpentine. I mark the miles in lazy ess’s, The many that were and the few ahead. The path was set from start to stop. Yet what made one step follow another Is still a profound mystery,…
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“Frankly my Dear”
“Frankly my Dear, I don’t give a Damn” I used toBut now I don’t. My “Care Quotient”Rises and falls in direct proportion To the length of my chain. As both are nearing zero,“Not Giving A Damn”Becomes a full time occupation,But needs more time and energyThan actually caring. I used to care,But now I don’t.
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Pyrrhic Victories
Pyrrhic Victories We have wounded each other And each claims victory Yet Pyrrha will be the final judge. We have retreated to the safety Of our respective trenches To tend our wounds And wait. I cannot speak to your wounds, I only know my own. There are wounds inflicted by our skirmishes And brief but…
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In Praise Of Mrs. Prothero’s Cats
In Praise of Mrs. Prothero’s Cats The Welshman’s misty-eyed tale Of a child’s remembrances of long ago Fit neatly into the story-time-slot That I shared with my children each night Come Christmas season. The Welshman and I go back a long way. He was the first to give me the key To lyricism in the…
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Precision
PRECISION (When words get in the way) “What I really meant to say” Should not be in your repertoire. Too many words. My stated mission is to stamp out excess And remove ego from my work. To that end, Haiku is such a delight, Small digestible pieces of art Condensed to a formula And offered…
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Haiku #45 – Dragons
Dragons – (Haiku) Here there be dragons The unknown cripples with fear We are all victims
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Palimpsest – (abridged)
PALIMPSEST (abridged) Should my world end in darkness, Let this be my light. If I am remembered at all Let this one achievement stand. Let this marker signify That I passed this way and Should anyone choose to follow Or should I wish to return. Let this be my epitaph. Allow me this.
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Mirage
Mirage I get so terribly depressed when I cannot write. I go to the well but find it dry. I hunger yet all turns to ashes On my tongue. I thirst but find no relief And I sink, so near my goal. I have little else But scribbling in my secret place. Rob me of…
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Tyranny
Tyranny Why am I so bedevilled? This tyranny of the “First Person” Frustrates all my efforts. I cannot stop talking about “Me”. When my intent was to talk about you. I suffer from the conceit of “Me”. It seems a universal failing and a curse Of mankind that I cannot overcome. The limits of “First…
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