The great resignation
To eternity, is ever mindful
Of life well lived
The great resignation
To eternity, is ever mindful
Of life well lived
As I roam
Around the way,
From birth to death
And all that came,
Between the goal posts, of a writers mess
I stumbled on this,
And that, you see
But most of all
My time with you
That made me mostly blue
But red and green
And happier then, I’ve ever been
So let’s
Just say
Birth is just a lonely day
And death is just
A new day
And lucky I am
To have had it all
I say…
Gets looked at by many near and far though no one declares who they are.
It pleases me people visit and enjoy the free looks. However everyone takes/looks etc my work but with no thanks or comments. Why? Shy? Don’t be ridiculous. It’s art and in the eye of the beholder.
I have not decided to close this website down, yet. However I am leaning toward doin so if most visiting don’t have the courtesy to say that they have. There’s a contact form. Please use it, whomever you are. I will respond. It’s your choice, one-way or the other.
Many Thanks
I’m made up of
What I’ve eaten
You are also
Of what I’ve been thinking
You are too
I’m made up of the stars above
Of the earth below
Of the times of strain.
Of when there was, vain
So look at what you want
Eat it deep in thought
For one day it will tell you
What is is
You need to do
Oh, how they grew
From tumble weeds
To rolling stones
And then bits, each, of me and you
Oh how they flew
From tiny steps to leaps and bounds
And over hurdles so sound, ly
Away from me and you
And so what did we do
Me and you
But make the world brighter
By lifting many a finger
Oh how they flew, grew
From me and you
The aging rock star
Sat
His darling groupie
Got old and fat
His wrists would still roll around beating out
A drummer’s sound
The band went flat
The time met up with
No regard
Oh how old we get
With or without
Permission, yet
The aging rock star
Sent his wife a text
I’ll be back when the life of me
Is left
On a wooden stage
Lit with lights
Exposing innocent
Hidden delicious delights.
Hello my visitor from Singapore
Drop me a line
Was without a doubt
Hot and steamy, with an arrows tout
There I was
Strong and able
Till Melissa rendered me, disabled and out
Oh.. What a fine lass she was
I wonder if she still thinks of me, When I was
Young and hip
Strong and able
To take and hold her
Into a stable
Oh when I was young and able
For her to become a life’s long love
Over trouble, waters
And disabled thought from above…
And here’s to her
So young and frail
I guess she and Mary
Both hated and loved me,,, damm hard to hear
57 years ago, around this time of year, I was sitting on a dusty soccer field with a small group of other new Webster Academy students. We are all just getting to know each other after dinner. Twilight gradually yielded to dusk. The conservation generally were veiled confessions about what we did so wrong that remanded us to the joint. Eventually, it got darker. And so, too, the conversation which turned to metaphysics. Each more or less postulated about their ideas. Religion, universe, etc.
When my turn came, I looked up, around and back to the 5 or 6 of us, and said,” How do we know we’re the only ones here right now?”
What? came back.
I said, “What if another life form or something shared our space, but we can’t see, touch, smell them, it??, they?”
That punctuated the end of that meeting. Looking back, I was referring to something I had absolutely no prior knowledge of, nor many others at that time did as well.
Parallel universes. Multiple dimensions.
I’ve never forgotten that . Have wondered where it came from. And now it’s abundantly clear why and how I wrote my first novel “One Rode In”. It was always in the cards! If you have inclinations that there are other forces in our world we don’t really understand but your experiences tell you they are; you’ll like this read and the two others subsequently.
Boom!
The end!