Category: My Work
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It’s What I Do
It’s What I Do When words are not enough I drift into the murky realm of poetry. Moulding, shaping, sculpting the language Giving form and substance to mists and ethers. The same words but with different meaning, Expressing the inexpressible, defining the undefinable A fool’s errand, tilting at windmills That none can see save me.…
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The Green Steamer Trunk
Lesson #20 – The Green Steamer Trunk In The Basement Like many veterans, my father was reluctant to publicly share his experiences of those days. He kept his wartime memories in a battered green steamer trunk in the basement. It smelled of mothballs and long-ago events that perhaps didn’t bear examining too closely. It wasn’t…
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The Green Steamer Trunk *
The Green Steamer Trunk In The Basement Like many veterans, my father was reluctant to publicly share his experiences of those days. He kept his wartime memories in a battered green steamer trunk in the basement. It smelled of mothballs and long-ago events that perhaps didn’t bear examining too closely. It wasn’t locked or anything…
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Notes In The Margin
Notes In The Margin Click on the following link to go to my Blogspot site. — Read on piperguy48.blogspot.com/
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Fireflies
Fireflies The night lies still as death, Mists curling round cattails and willows. A tattered moon plays hide-and-seek With galleon clouds, sails unfurled Against a spray of stars. Nightjars and swallows on the hunt Flash from tree to branch, unerring, Taking fearsome toll of other flight-bound creatures. And naught but gloaming lights this narrow track…
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Good Day Sunshine
Good Day Sunshine There are days when I climb out of bed, pick up my tablet, open my blog and browse through a few of the lighter selected pieces. I actually read them. I do. Then I’m ready to face the day with a smile and a feeling of confidence and good vibes having digested a meal of…
Palimpsest 