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Is there not credence in accepting, possibly believing, life as we know it is but akin to the stacking of evolution’s blocks? (Image by Staley Park) Is there not credence in accepting, possibly believing, life as we know it is but akin to the stacking of evolution’s blocks? (Image by Staley Park) Ever wonder what “really” makes the fingers grip the pen and write, or tap out a pattern of keys resulting in words that somehow occasionally make sen... From my novel in-progress, “Occam’s Legacy,” the following is an attempt to create some free verse gist of a conversation in New York between Jarod an... You pull me into your
delicate sea,
As I shiver at your touch... Why should we Always imagine Others to be Fools,
Just because they love us?
Ama Ata Aidoo (1942– ) "Come on, come on, come on, come on now Touch me, babe! ..."
Humorous poem about me old Ma who loved watching mob movies, but I like comedy,
funnymen like Danny Kaye and Laurel and Hardy.
After an eight year hiatus, I rode the Tour of the Scioto River Valley this past weekend. It was a particularly sweet experience after seven operation... Written as a lament for my friends among the fishermen of Windward on Carriacou Island Guess it''s obvious that this ditty evolved out of the ''surfer haiku'' I posted. With a holiday in the wings, I figure it''s time for a bit of virtu... After reading Thomas Friedman’s op-ed today “Tell Me How This Ends,” one would like to deny the inevitability, but… The EPA, which is part of the Trump Administration, said in a press release that it intends to loosen Obama-era national standards on the extraction o... In a striking about-face, the Interior Department announced yesterday that it wants to allow drilling in nearly all U.S. waters, the single largest ex... Many of us have had relationship-loss experiences with siblings, children and particularly partners sometimes ill chosen. Still, to come out of such ... At times, it’s easy to slip into a child’s fantasy and ask: “My doG, is this really humanity at its best?” Of course, we’re grown ups, right? Kids a... We sometimes dismiss yesterday-mementos as inanimate objects, as attic storage, as the dead past. Perhaps that is an error. (Image by Tumbir) We sometimes dismiss inanimate objects as dead. Perhaps that is an error. (Image by Pinterest) As January 2015 approaches, the mind wanders into those thoughts of what one can do better in the coming year. Some of us are indeed fortunate to hav... Fisheries minister Hearn, wants to take the Europeans before the world trade counsel, I wonder what defines cruellty to him, his interpretations varie... In celebration of January and resolution...written on a moonless night.
________________________________________ "The path of life is tragic / But its process is magic" Love lost,
Cannot love close -
No more.
For all that will bring on,
Is being further separated.
That now being a far
One can have past memories,
And n... We weave trailing tears that fall along and adrift paths woven in rhyme. As my late father’s birthday is around the corner (he would have been 114 tomorrow) I’m reminded once again just how unforeseen the evolution of chanc... 6/12/22 - “You are the solace of my cares, light in the blackest nights and company in lonely places.” - Tibullus. - Might Tibullus have been referr... This poem relays my personal experience as one of "the millions" who attended the 2009 Inauguration swearing-in ceremony on The National Mall. There are nocturnal dreams that often usher in a harsh reality with a gentle reminder, perhaps a foreshadowing. (Image by Greg Booher) I live by the Morton Salt Mine here by the Mentor Marsh and Lake Erie. Being exposed to the 2nd video of the Toronto Mayor, one can only imagine what it’s like to live in such a nightmare collective of oneself. Could be Tulip Tiptoeing. What started out with nonsense may provoke some interesting thoughts in the reader. How futile the attempt of many to find emotional peace sans mistakes. (Image by pinterest) The rose was awake all night for your sake,
Knowing your promise to me;
The lilies and roses were all awake,
They sighed for the dawn and thee.
Al... <P>Sensual Tranquility - By The Sea <BR></P>
<P>The Goddess Returns<BR>to the Ocean<BR><BR>Sandstone Cliffs ... Ironic the short distance our civilization continues to travel beyond the ancient world. Whether Greek or Roman mythology, most of the wisdom inheren... 4th day fever hanging on, darn lupus! almost time to leave;-) |
