Growing up at the shore... (Short Story) - 8/22/2021 9:12:22 AM
I enjoyed your story very much. You express your love of the water and surfing so well. I could feel the water and excitement, too! Very good.
The Anchorage Marina (Short Story) - 7/8/2020 9:11:02 AM
An interesting dream carried out in a story. But I do find it a bit strange that while the business relies on tourists and you seem to be there in your dream to escape the mainland, you are defeating your purpose by catering to tourists. You say so when you say that dangerous storms are preferred over making a livelihood with people. Because they are obnoxious? Or because you don't like people? Every business has to deal with obnoxious people. That is just part of being in business. They call it, customer service.
Not sure that a life of being "buzzed" is particularly a good life. Can't one get high on just the mostly beautiful weather, the ever-changing sea, the boats needing care and going in and out of the docks, and the joy in tourists' faces when they made a great catch on the water?
It is strange but most of the drunks that I've known seem to be obsessed with cleanliness. Except when they get too drunk to do anything anymore.
Ron
The Anchorage Marina (Short Story) - 7/7/2020 10:21:23 AM
A delightful story, Ed. Seems like a good place to be. Love and peace,
Regis. 🌲🌳🌴🌵🍁
The Anchorage Marina (Short Story) - 7/7/2020 9:49:46 AM
Lovely summer story. Enjoyed very much, Ed, for its quality and its casual mood. Nicely done.
Le' Cage' Blu... (Short Story) - 7/3/2020 7:25:54 AM
I think that using the word "bare" might have been a Freudian slip. ;-)
I may be wrong, usually am, but I believe that Jamaica started out as a British colony. If you want French, I would suggest Haitians. Also not sure what "bards" are, unless they are fighting poets. I assume your location is in Florida rather than Jamaica. Jamaica is in the Caribbean, not the Gulf.
Sounds like a story right up your alley with a lot of Gulfstream dreamin' added. Like my cousin said once, already owning a 1947 Chris-Craft ocean cruiser, "I'm going to get a sailboat, sail out into the Caribbean and live off the land." I told him he would be living off the water.
Get a good editor from one of your writing buddies for you publish for real.
Ron
Le' Cage' Blu... (Short Story) - 7/2/2020 6:43:01 PM
Ed! This is fantastic work! I can so easily get into this story! Write on, poet!
Love ya!
Jane
Le' Cage' Blu... (Short Story) - 7/1/2020 11:09:03 AM
A real tropical summer's tale. Interesting.
Almost Eaten....thankfully I found I could fly... (Short Story) - 4/10/2020 4:28:32 AM
My Man:
Hang on folks, yuh gotta a license to fly! Fiddlin' with wot? You wuz likely also dancin' at a saloon, the Funky Chicken, the Hokey Pokey? Hell, how would I know? You will always be the Clown Prince of the Den while this Little Guy is a mere usurper/pretender to the Throne.
Drugstore Cowboy
U-666 (Short Story) - 7/9/2018 4:56:20 PM
enjoyed the read!
never stop writing
m
U-666 (Short Story) - 1/23/2018 5:56:56 AM
Ed! You have a good thing going here. Write on and on!!!
Love ya!
Jane
U-666 (Short Story) - 1/22/2018 9:48:46 AM
Who is to say what actually goes on beyond in international waters when it comes to saving the lives of the natural inhabitants of the oceans? A lot goes on out there that we never hear about. As you didn't state the year when this might have occurred, it is feasible to believe that the "old codger" could have been involved in saving the ocean's wildlife some years ago in the past. Because of his wartime experience, he would also most likely know exactly where to punch a hole in a ship in order to sink it slowly in order to give the mariners time to get into their life rafts, thereby refrain from taking human life in the process of saving the lives of the whales and etc. We like to think someone is of like mind to stop the senseless killing of our world's wild kingdom! Your next installment could be about how this captain procured the old retired sub, and the incident that cemented his desire to save the ocean's innocent.
You've put a lot of punch within this short story, which I must say was well written. I hope you do go forward with this short story. You have an excellent start, so keep writing!
U-666 (Short Story) - 1/22/2018 7:24:36 AM
I like how you introduced the ship, I could almost feel like she had a personality. And all of this is certainly an interesting idea, a war machine being used to protect rather than destroy. I like it :)
U-666 (Short Story) - 1/21/2018 7:30:32 AM
a very good tale Ed, I hope you write more of it
U-666 (Short Story) - 1/20/2018 11:05:04 AM
Ahhh that would make a thrilling movie for the peaceniks for sure. Interesting idea floating around in that brain of yours Ed..
U-666 (Short Story) - 1/20/2018 9:32:58 AM
That was quite a dream! Although a bit preposterous that a former U-boat captain would still be able to operate the boat and be able to acquire it for himself in the first place.
Perhaps you could say that he and his crew, when they saw the end of the war coming, surrendered to Argentina and then he signed on with the Argentina Navy to run the boat for a while until it was retired to go to the scrap yard. Then, he bought the boat at the scrap auction for pennies on the dollar and kept it running all those years until BWP hired him in 1975.
"There will be blood." Torpedoing ships does result in death. I don't think the lethal option is an option. World opinion favors humans over whales when it comes to death.
It's good to see you writing again. And writing stories of the sea that you love so much.
Ron
U-666 (Short Story) - 1/19/2018 10:46:20 PM
Dreams have a way of opening things up for us writers. This shows promise. Keep at it, Ed. Nothing gets done without the doing.
U-666 (Short Story) - 1/19/2018 4:59:11 PM
different and good.
U-666 (Short Story) - 1/19/2018 4:30:43 PM
A longer posting (chapters?) would be good. This was a good short story that could be a good longer story.
Growing up at the shore... (Short Story) - 1/16/2018 8:08:45 PM
Writing stories is fun and good to do sometimes. Unfortunately not many on the den read them. It must have been exciting to live at the SHORE!. I can see the waves and surf boarders.. Every year in the summer in the 50's , my parents would go to Old Orchard Beach in Maine for the day.
I loved swimming in the ocean and playing in the sand. When I got older and married , we moved from Vt to Miami where I really was able to enjoy the sun and sea!...M
46 years since Woodstock 69... (Short Story) - 1/16/2018 7:59:50 PM
i ENJOYED THE Story. I remember Woodstock! I was living in Vt and they showed lots and lots of people who where there on TV. It was the ultimate event, but I was sure glad to be in my own home!....M
Wednesday, March 6th, 1962 (Short Story) - 1/16/2018 7:55:51 PM
What an interesting story. It must have been extremely hard for everyone who endured the hardships. It's amazing how people survive and make do when they are faced with adversity.....M
Wednesday, March 6th, 1962 (Short Story) - 4/21/2017 2:56:28 PM
Sounds like a hurricane we went through on the Gulf Coast in 1962. Exciting and scary. Good story.
Most likely my END or maybe NOT! (Poetry) - 4/30/2022 9:12:25 AM
Whatever you decide or happens…
I wish you well Ed…
Your name has become an old friend…
I hope you hang on in there…
Best wishes,
Diana…🍃
Most likely my END or maybe NOT! (Poetry) - 4/25/2022 2:54:19 PM
On the weather station, I see what your area has been through. You sure do "hang tough", but, then again, you are good friends with Mother Ocean but don't be flowing out to sea yet, Ed! You have a lot to offer for us to feast our minds on.
Love ya!
Jane
Most likely my END or maybe NOT! (Poetry) - 4/22/2022 10:37:16 AM
I agree with John about the fate of AD. It's like the coastline of most continents, always moving, always changing. Some faster than others. It is generally folly to build in such a fragile zone. Here in Texas, there are places where building is prohibited because of past destruction, but not enough. It is forecast, with rising oceans that whole island communities like the Maldives may be underwater by midcentury.
As for withstanding storms on the beach that your poem describes quite well. You seem to follow the that hurricane party crowd. The one that, when a storm breaks onto the shore add a category 5 finds that no amount of alcohol can keep them from the grounding or being swept away like debris and the mounting wind.
Ron
Most likely my END or maybe NOT! (Poetry) - 4/22/2022 8:31:27 AM
Everything has an end, and so too AuthorsDen. It's been a good ride. Good luck, Ed
Most likely my END or maybe NOT! (Poetry) - 4/22/2022 6:36:42 AM
It is good that your house is able to withstand the fury of wind and sea. With each passing day, Mother Nature (most likely our Creator God as well) seems to be getting more upset with us and showing it. Earthians have brought that onto themselves and now, it is time (if there is still enough of it) to try and repair the untold damages we have brought on to our home. Be well, Ed. Love and peace to you,
Regis. 🌳🌲🙏👽🍁
Not ever a Merry Christmas for me... (Poetry) - 1/11/2022 3:29:02 PM
Ed, I'm so deeply sorry for what you've been through and still experience in memories. Find some good people who love you to spend Christmas with. There are always volunteers needed at shelters where they feed the hungry. Blessings to you, My Friend.
Not ever a Merry Christmas for me... (Poetry) - 1/7/2022 4:32:49 PM
The key is in the moment. The past is a broken clock; to move on, we need to rewind that clock and move in synchronicity with it.
The past is not your fault - just because someone is born in the same family has no relevance to whoever you choose to like
.
Not ever a Merry Christmas for me... (Poetry) - 12/27/2021 12:11:54 PM
Sending you best wishes and prayers, Ed. Love and peace to you,
Regis. 🙏⛄🍁
Not ever a Merry Christmas for me... (Poetry) - 12/25/2021 11:38:15 AM
This is the first time I have heard you mention cocaine. That white powder is a big deceiver. While it makes you feel powerful and creative, that is only a fleeting gesture. Your output, while you think it is voluminous and great, is only as good as your best sober work.
And the insidious nature of this opiate is its ability to bring you down into the worst depths of your existence. I've known several people addicted who died. The rest, like you recovered but were no longer able to really fend for themselves in society and required family or government help to keep off the streets.
No wonder you have no passion for writing anymore. You probably never did in the first place.
Ron
Not ever a Merry Christmas for me... (Poetry) - 12/25/2021 10:37:58 AM
Ed, I share in your pain. I too have had severe sufferings you can't imagine and this time of year is the hardest you could ever believe. However what i found is taking that pain and helping others has greatly diminished mine. All I know is Jesus Christ, the light of the world is my strength and only hope because He gives no pain, He's only acceptance and love. With that I can endure heartbreak, cancer and rejection. Hope your day is brighter than bright because of our only hope in His suffering which was so great
Merry Christmas... (Poetry) - 11/1/2021 9:24:01 PM
LOVE IT ED GOOD LAUGH
Merry Christmas... (Poetry) - 10/31/2021 9:22:24 AM
Let's just say that you're a man ahead of his time. Don't you wish it was in entrepreneurship.
This morning the bad news said that the demand for stuff this year is immense… Probably pent up from a couple of years of starvation. Anyway, the container ships are backed up at the ports for lack of warehouse space or truck drivers to all the goods where they have to go.
So do not fear… Get your Christmas gear, very early this year, because otherwise, the shelves may be bare.
Ron
Merry Christmas... (Poetry) - 10/31/2021 8:22:15 AM
Funny stuff, Ed. Merry Christmas! 🎅🎄🤶❄ Love and peace to you,
Regis. 🍁
The Saggy, Baggy Boobs Blues, (Poetry) - 10/30/2021 9:35:21 AM
HaHa!! Our body is just the suitcase for our soul, Ed. It ages but somehow we don't seem to. Made me laugh..except for the juicy farts part...there are some realities I prefer to forget about. Happy Halloween to you, stay safe and stay away from mirrors. Reality bites...hard.
The Saggy, Baggy Boobs Blues, (Poetry) - 10/30/2021 9:07:25 AM
You can grow your boobies naturally or even get a boob job. I'm going to stick with my manly physique words long as I can.
Ron
Alone in life... (Poetry) - 10/28/2021 10:45:33 AM
We have to live our lives the way they are, and you have chosen, to live alone.
Since I was born a twin with a brother companion through college, I wasn't alone at all except for very few times when we were separated. So I cherished my time alone, and Roger probably cherished his more because I controlled him so. But I have lived alone like you for many years and didn't find it to be painful except when I was somewhere beautiful and I wanted to share it with a woman (not my brother) by my side.
One thing living with my brother taught me was how to share. Without selfishness, I've been able to live with many roommates and tenants over the years. Some became good friends, but most just drifted away, content or not content, depending upon their personality.
Ron
Alone in life... (Poetry) - 10/28/2021 8:55:05 AM
An awesome writer Ed,
Thank you for sharing your deep emotional feelings
Of a True single man, I was blessed with 6 other siblings
Was never alone in my life, been married now for almost 58 years
Wouldn't know what I do if ever I find myself alone,
Have 3 children and 12 grandkids ,
Blessed you , peace be with you
William
Alone in life... (Poetry) - 10/27/2021 2:36:56 PM
You may be alone, Ed, but you have touched many lives with your words, both solemn and humorous!!
Love ya!
Jane
Alone in life... (Poetry) - 10/27/2021 1:35:03 PM
Yes, but at some age you've got to trade in that little doll for an inflate-a-mate. So they say.
Alone in life... (Poetry) - 10/27/2021 9:05:43 AM
I agree with John about solitude and loneliness. They are not the same even if born of the same mother. I enjoy solitude. I don't think I've ever felt loneliness. I extend my empathy to you and I invite you to peruse my two latest posts as I always enjoy your "take" on my stuff. Love, peace, and best wishes to you,
Regis. 🙏🐶🐕🍁
Alone in life... (Poetry) - 10/27/2021 8:52:59 AM
Indeed, Ed, there is something to be said of solitude, which is a far cry from loneliness. Nicely expressed, since I am sure a lot of people are alone, especially these days of pandemic and can relate to your poem.
Memories I am Unable to Forget... (Poetry) - 10/24/2021 2:26:52 PM
it is a times those memories we wold rather forget that do linger. i hope yours dwindle as time does push forward.
Memories I am Unable to Forget... (Poetry) - 10/23/2021 10:51:31 AM
“To err is human to forgive divine”
…and that means ourselves too…
Guilt is never a constructive emotion…
Which one of us hasn’t made mistakes,
or hurt others…? It’s okay…
We can make up our minds to let this stuff go…
and keep on letting go each time it appears…
Think good things about yourself..all the good stuff…
There must be much of it…
in the end we are the ones who are in control
of our thoughts…All things are still possible…
Good luck…
Diana…🍃
With
Memories I am Unable to Forget... (Poetry) - 10/23/2021 10:00:07 AM
Yes, we have a conscience. Our conscious brain remembers even things we wish we would forget. I hope that you find peace before that time you leave this mortal coil. For I don't believe there's anything after that will correct bad thoughts.
Ron
Memories I am Unable to Forget... (Poetry) - 10/23/2021 8:26:58 AM
You can fret all you want, Ed; but you must realize that all of us harbour regrets. I know I have some. I just do not keep on dwelling on them. I have been forgiven by some, others, I have not seen again so, I do not know. Be well. Be safe, Ed. Love and peace to you,
Regis. 🍁
Memories I am Unable to Forget... (Poetry) - 10/23/2021 8:05:34 AM
Everyone has some kind of memories that they regret and wish to forget. The best thing to do is just forget them, with all the rest of the things that we forget as we age. It's inevitable.
To wish for death... (Poetry) - 10/22/2021 9:36:21 PM
Don't let the scum win.
I imagine many other people need your help to overcome such evil.
You're brave and strong and a top bloke.
To wish for death... (Poetry) - 10/20/2021 11:08:14 AM
I’m really not quite sure how to respond to this,
Only to say how desperately sad it makes me feel for
that young child, and for the way this has followed you
all your life…
I also want to say that I think
you are very courageous to open up in this way…
I hope it helps a little to share this burden you have
borne since you were four…
Wishing peace of mind for you…
Love,…Diana…
To wish for death... (Poetry) - 10/15/2021 10:16:04 PM
OMG!!! Ed, I did not know that was what you had gone through as a young boy. This was heartfelt sadness that followed you through life. I hope you will find some ways to lighten up your life and not wish for death. It isn't worth losing your life over it since this happened long ago.
((((( Hugs )))))
Sandie
P.S. I hope this is just a poem, and it was not you that was talked about in this poem.
To wish for death... (Poetry) - 10/14/2021 10:57:16 AM
That's a heavy burden to bear. I've known of it for some time. When you leave us and don't write a poem or post it, I think you may have left us for good.
So in a way, I'm happy to see you writing again, but not happy with your conclusion. To think that with the right psychiatric help at the right time you might have overcome the burden placed on you when you were four.
I won't tell you what to do. But I know what I'd do.
Ron
To wish for death... (Poetry) - 10/13/2021 9:10:53 PM
Tragic and poignant and sadly, not uncommon an experience in this world. My thoughts and prayers are with you, Ed. Love, peace, and strength (spiritual and physical),
Regis. 🙏🌳
Rain, thunder & lightning, oh my... (Poetry) - 9/17/2021 1:44:52 AM
Rain can bring devastation, but it can be SO comforting too…
Remembrances of cosy days, warm and dry while the rain
pelted down…
we need comfort in these strange times…
any way we can get it…
Wishing you peace and serenity…
Diana…💦
Rain, thunder & lightning, oh my... (Poetry) - 9/10/2021 8:33:35 PM
I love the rain. We used to be called "the wet coast" here (a play on the West Coast). Those days are long gone. The effect of climate change is so obvious here (as I know it is all over the world but it is more overtly evident in some places than others) and it is disheartening to witness how slowly governments and so-called leaders have initiated action. Enjoy the rain, Ed... ...and send any that you can spare down this way. By the way, you meant to write "lightning". Sorry, it's the teacher in me after over thirty years of teaching high school. 🤣 Love and peace to you, Ed.
Regis 😎🙏🍁
Rain, thunder & lightning, oh my... (Poetry) - 9/10/2021 5:17:59 AM
I'm sure you're thankful for the "wee hours" fertility. It's amazing that you're still interested in poeticizing after producing over 6000 poems. Quite a feat Ed. Could be a world record. All the best. r
Rain, thunder & lightning, oh my... (Poetry) - 9/9/2021 8:46:19 AM
Glad that you found the rain pleasant. I was a bit worried about you in the path of that storm that killed so money in the Northeast from a little too much of a good thing. There's more coming, I hear.
Ron
...NEAT... (Poetry) - 9/6/2021 11:07:48 AM
EASY DOES IT ED. I DON'T LIKE THE HEAT EITHER, BUT THE COLD WIND BLOWS AND I LOOK FOR SPRING AS I THROW ANOTHER LOG ON THE FIRE. THAT AIN'T NEAT BUT LIFE'S HARD TO BEAT.
...NEAT... (Poetry) - 9/1/2021 9:08:11 AM
By now, Ida should be arriving with cooling rains and a bit of flooding here and there. But just imagine the folks in much of Louisiana that don't have any clean water to drink, no electricity for AC in the foreseeable future, little gasoline until the power comes back on and basically, very miserable sleepless nights.
Just count your blessings that you are not living there. Like Jerry Bolton. Makes me wonder how he is doing if he's even still kicking.
Ron
I feel naked... (Poetry) - 8/31/2021 12:45:49 PM
It is very true that, without good public transportation (most places outside the large cities lack it), we are very dependant on our vehicles. Love and peace to you, Ed,
Regis. 🍁
...NEAT... (Poetry) - 8/31/2021 12:41:08 PM
I can relate, Ed. We had record-breaking heat at the end of June and throughout most of July and into the first part of August. A lot of smoke as well from all the wildfires. But for almost two weeks now, it has cooled off most pleasantly. We just could use a lot more rain, but I am grateful. Love and peace to you, Ed,
Regis. 🍁
I feel naked... (Poetry) - 8/24/2021 5:04:56 PM
I'd be lost without my car too - It's miles to the nearest anything from here lol
Rx
I feel naked... (Poetry) - 8/20/2021 6:45:31 AM
I understand the sentiment herein. And I agree. Unless we could fly, or have access to interdimensional rifts, our vehicles are almost as important as regular bowel movements. Peace... rlc
I feel naked... (Poetry) - 8/18/2021 9:33:49 AM
And to think before 1900, no one had cars. From the picture your Honda looks like it's been immaculately cared for. I feared before I read it that your baby was being repossessed. But it looks to be simply a minor electrical problem.
I gave up without a fight when I quit driving about four years ago. She now drives it once a week to keep it lubricated and the battery charged. It stalled badly of years ago on a very hot day when Scott Zachary was driving. Mechanics found nothing wrong. Then about a month ago, it did the same thing, so my shop changed a $50 sensor that had acted up in 2006 Fords before that seems to have done the trick. My only mechanical repair in 67,000 miles.
We are blessed to have cars that are so dependable that you will get back very soon and put your clothes back on.
Ron
I feel naked... (Poetry) - 8/18/2021 7:48:04 AM
It's true, people do feel naked without their cars; but they do need periodic maintenance. Soon, all will be well and you will be closed again.
There’s no more humor in the world… (Poetry) - 8/14/2021 4:48:28 PM
i agree with you Ed it's tough times for humor, but i still look for a laugh. politics is a joke in itself. keep going friend you'll get your feet under yourself again i've had some toughies recently myself--hang in there.
Respect put forward... (Poetry) - 8/5/2021 11:47:27 AM
my deepest respects to you Ed and you're never forgotten - I appreciate the story behind this poem and read the message within. God Bless--lefty
Depression (Poetry) - 8/5/2021 9:19:11 AM
Three sides of the same coin. All real downers. The only way that will get you out of this state of depression is to take the bull by the horns, rejecting all that help that doesn't materialize, and do it your self, one step at a time. Ride that horse hard.
Ron
Depression (Poetry) - 8/5/2021 7:46:29 AM
It's all in the mind. Fortunately we are not the mind but something greater and deeper. Let that voice speak more loudly.
Depression (Poetry) - 8/4/2021 7:54:06 PM
Many who have never experienced it do not understand about depression. Some will often express, "Just snap out of it!" Yeah, right. Be well as you will, Ed. That is my wish for you. Love and peace,
Regis. 🌲🌳🌼🙏🍁
Depression (Poetry) - 8/4/2021 5:57:12 PM
We all have a dark side that threatens to extinguish whatever light or hope we might still have. Fight it. Don't let it rule you.
Depression (Poetry) - 8/4/2021 5:01:04 PM
I hope you will get out of your depression very soon. I have to say that you are not alone. During this pandemic many are developing depression. Some may be worse than yours. Sometimes, we may be our own worse enemies. We must get up from the ground and start moving forward. I know it is easier said than done, but even at our worst nothing should stop us from moving forward and leaving the depression behind. All we need is the will power to do so.
Life is a cycle of good and bad. When good we must rejoice and live it to the fullest. When bad, we must get up from the ground and start moving away from the bad. I wish you good luck when moving forward.
Sandie Xo
There’s no more humor in the world… (Poetry) - 8/3/2021 12:14:37 PM
Losing your dog is a tough road to go down
without ripping a few masks and kicking a few asses.
Keep on keepin'on and you'll come out of it.
There’s no more humor in the world… (Poetry) - 8/3/2021 11:51:11 AM
Humor is the best medicine. So hurry up! You got a ways to catch up with the rest of us laughing our asses off at the way that people are when it comes to managing their lives in a pandemic, relying on politicians rather than their own resources.
It's a mad, mad, mad world and there's lots of humor, sarcasm, and satire to indulge in. I'm indulging already just reading your boring piece. Just what were you boring anyway? ;-)
Ron
There’s no more humor in the world… (Poetry) - 8/2/2021 6:20:24 AM
Good that you have found your muse again, Ed. As for humor, considering the condition of this planet right now (the fault of Earthians), it is not a wonder that it is hard to find. Love and peace to you,
Regis. 🍁
Respect put forward... (Poetry) - 7/20/2021 8:25:18 PM
Please come back to us. I have just returned. The pandemic has taken any thoughts of poetry from my heart. I can still write prose, but poetry is the from my soul. Take care. You will return when the spirit moves you.
Respect put forward... (Poetry) - 7/17/2021 12:21:21 PM
Love your honesty. You write from your heart.
Sandie
Respect put forward... (Poetry) - 7/17/2021 8:38:33 AM
You still have a big following here, even though they may be too busy with the pandemic and other issues to be here all the time looking out for others like you.
You can be assured as long as you are around and I have the time, I will check on your poetizing and make a screwball comment to get you laughing.
Ron
Respect put forward... (Poetry) - 7/17/2021 7:42:10 AM
Looks like the muse has come back with this humble rendition. Welcome back, Ed.
Respect put forward... (Poetry) - 7/17/2021 7:10:50 AM
A heartfelt and honest write, Ed. Love, peace, and best wishes to you,
Regis. 🍁🌳🙏
PS: My muse quite often goes on a sabbatical somewhere so I just have to wait until she decides to come back and inspire me some more. 😊
Respect put forward... (Poetry) - 7/17/2021 4:58:55 AM
So good to see you back Ed…!
It’s been a weird time for us all..
I’d been away for quite a time too.. but
it’s good to be back now…
Let’s hope there’s many more smiles to come
and the poem above proves you’ve not lost
Your touch!
Welcome back, and many
good wishes…
Diana…🍀
Reprobate... (Poetry) - 5/12/2021 5:02:53 PM
love it Ed Thanks
Broken crackers (Poetry) - 5/2/2021 8:18:50 AM
And I thought they were soaked in bacon grease! Interesting how the method of eating, like twisting Oreos apart, and then licking the cream first, somehow made eating Oreos better. Personally never tried that technique. Might as well have thrown away the cookie.
From time to time, I have eaten a Ritz cracker. As a snack, I don't find them as appealing as popcorn without butter or pretzels. A dependence on snacks as part of one's diet certainly will lead to health problems later in life. But the companies that make these convenience foods are primarily interested in profits and market share rather than the health of those eating their products.
So snack away and die. And never wonder why…
Ron
Broken crackers (Poetry) - 4/30/2021 4:44:58 PM
Cheese, cheese if you please, between each pair of crackers.
Totally crackers, Matey.
Broken crackers (Poetry) - 4/30/2021 10:38:26 AM
We all have long held methods of eating something....Even if it appears quirky to others.
Naughty or Nice... (Poetry) - 4/20/2021 10:10:02 PM
Ha to read it again Ed - a fun read poor santa
A Southern Gentleman... (Poetry) - 4/11/2021 2:52:50 PM
Thanks Ed , I think I've met him before, but not as a gentleman
Why is it so hard to get insurance? (Poetry) - 1/22/2021 2:34:39 PM
The actuaries run their numbers and they decide whether they can make money or not. With medical costs rising faster than the economy, it is easy to get caught without insurance and with no way to get it except as you allude to, state supported insurance with all of the hoops you have to jump through to get it.
I fully agree with one thing that Obamacare tried to instill. We all need insurance, medical insurance from the day of our birth, poor or not. Starting early with a medical or life insurance policy would gain everyone much more than they ever expected.
But we are shortsighted when we are young and unless we have a company getting insurance for us, we have none. So when we get older, insurance suddenly becomes important. But it's too late, our medical bills determine what we have to pay for medical insurance.
But rest assured, once you reach 65 and qualify for Medicare, things get easier if more bureaucratic. Hang in there until you get to 65 and then sign up under MyMedicare.gov three months early and you'll be on your way to smoother sailing.
Ron
Why is it so hard to get insurance? (Poetry) - 1/14/2021 11:53:03 PM
Yep, and the alternative is to take a long walk on a short pier--which is no fun at all--except for the bystanders. Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do or die.
Why is it so hard to get insurance? (Poetry) - 1/14/2021 9:20:57 PM
Koll write Ed
it gets no easier and above all no cheaper
good to be reading your work again
Peace be with you
William
Why is it so hard to get insurance? (Poetry) - 1/13/2021 9:02:54 PM
Ed, I feel for you. I've been of "dumb luck" all my adult life to have stumbled early into the 'insurance" trap, and now... thank doG, I'm of modest care due to the health and life insurance, and of course, the care my company affords me after a fourth career with Blackstone Publishing. 15 years of modest building of a 401K gives me solace.
Hang in there, Ed. The universe does provide.
Odin
Why is it so hard to get insurance? (Poetry) - 1/13/2021 8:42:51 PM
Wishing you the best with that, Ed. Bureaucracy (bureaucrats) is/are no fun to deal with. Love and peace to you,
Regis 🌲🌳🍂🍁
...Lost in the muse... (Poetry) - 1/10/2021 7:44:20 PM
Thank you Ed
I always enjoy your most humorous poetry
hope to be reading More of your work
Peace be with you
William
...Lost in the muse... (Poetry) - 1/2/2021 6:58:30 AM
The muse comes and goes, very fickle. Just go with the flow, as you have done here. Happy New Year, Ed.
...Lost in the muse... (Poetry) - 1/1/2021 1:01:49 PM
Even if you really can not get your poetic mojo on, after all it's New Years day....We all have 365 days in a year to conjure up some very beautiful poetry....So let your mind rest up and those creative, lyrical lapses will fade, replaced by a plethora of ideas to write about....
...Lost in the muse... (Poetry) - 1/1/2021 12:14:11 PM
Every writer has creative or inspirational lapses. Happy New Year, Ed. Love and peace,
Regis. 🎆🍁
...Lost in the muse... (Poetry) - 1/1/2021 12:07:01 PM
As poets, we share what is in our hearts and souls. Anything and everything we write has its precious moment and is worth the memory, so don't underestimate yourself.
Happy New Year, Ed!
Sandie
Accident prone when alone (Poetry) - 12/16/2020 9:30:03 PM
ed you covered it with beauty- unfortunately i fall!!! in the same class- i've found that dyiong is pretty easy, it's trying to stay alive that's a bitch-- Best wishes for a quick recovery and watch your step , i might be laying on the floor myself. kudos
Accident prone when alone (Poetry) - 12/13/2020 10:04:14 AM
Some of us are more prone than others. I have taken to accidents in dreams. They involve me making a movement that I normally cannot do except in dreams. Halfway through, I realize they are going to in disaster so I stop them, usually in midair, hanging until someone can come and get me out of this predicament I'm in… Or, I fall back to sleep and the stupid dream goes away.
But if you are having the accidents while walking and awake, I can't help you. But I think you're on the right track, the direction of less pain.
Ron
Accident prone when alone (Poetry) - 12/12/2020 10:29:56 AM
I am glad it was not more serious, Ed. Watch your step. Love, peace, and best wishes to you,
Regis. 🍁
Accident prone when alone (Poetry) - 12/12/2020 8:38:35 AM
Hell of a pic. As to your accident, hang in there, Ed. You got through it and you're probably good for a long time. At least you didn't break your hip, the end product of so many falls of the elderly.
I've lucked out so far at 84. Had to give up my bike this year. Too risky of having to stop short and finding the concrete not very comfortable. Used to do 15 miles a day. Down to my stationary bike now, but still happy. My plight has been with luck. Again, be careful, but try and have fun. I'm enjoying the best years of my life now, albeit the most frugal. Helps to have a wife who's not into any girly stuff. No hair, nails, clothes et al for her. Helps to be married to a writer as well.
Sheep (Poetry) - 11/29/2020 1:11:21 PM
It can be difficult to fall asleep, and then sleep can bring unsettling dreams. I find myself going to sleep later and later each night. When I hear the garbage trucks, I know it's time.
Sheep (Poetry) - 11/25/2020 10:40:48 AM
Good to hear that you're getting your sleep one way or another. If not at night, then dozing during the daytime. That counting sheep myth requires one to have a dream of sheep jumping over a fence so that you can count them. Sometimes it's really hard to corral a dream and make it behave like jumping over a fence. My dreams run wild without me being able to control them.
My dreams still provide me with great stories, some too vivid to publish, but lately my sleep is hampered by my being and very realistic falling situations beyond my control. And I'm also tied up in constraint I can't do my required turning and body positioning. My environment changes drastically and I can't fix it without help that doesn't come. I get desperate and stay awake for hours, waking up in the morning having to get up still drowsy from staying away all night.
It's scary with no solution. Fortunately I'm able to deal with it without any sleep like two nights ago and then, dozing during the day. And then last night, after one episode where I fell on a table with jars decorative blue and green marble in colored water. So I just fell a sleep while writing this. Ugh! The two decorative colors of water mixed on the floor and ruined the plywood under floor, second floor, seen through the sheet rock on the first floor ceiling.
What a mess!
Ron
Sheep (Poetry) - 11/23/2020 12:41:10 PM
I really dislike sleepless nights and I thank God they do not happen often. As for dreams, some (many) really do fascinate me. Love and peace to you, Ed.
Regis 🍁
Sheep (Poetry) - 11/23/2020 4:27:01 AM
i hope the sleep finally came
No leg strength anymore (rename of title) (Poetry) - 11/22/2020 7:01:02 PM
May tomorrow's sunrise (assuming it is not hidden by clouds) bring you renewed hope and energy to boot. Love and peace to you, Ed.
Regis 🍁
No leg strength anymore (rename of title) (Poetry) - 11/20/2020 3:02:50 PM
I have read that a simple change in diet and lifestyle can reverse those properties that seem more attributable to diabetes than age. But we are what we write and very soon you may be self written off. Tsk, Tsk…
Ron
No leg strength anymore (rename of title) (Poetry) - 11/20/2020 8:51:22 AM
LOL!!! That's what old age does to us. We just can't do a lot of things like we did when we were younger.
The other day I was just simply coming down the stairs and all of sudden, without any signs of warning, my right knee gave way and I twisted my leg! And I went "OUCH!!!!" And did it ever hurt!
Sandie
My Photo, (Poetry) - 11/19/2020 9:56:53 PM
A great friend to have, Ed. Love and peace and best wishes to you,
Regis. 🍁🍀🍁🍀🍂
My Photo, (Poetry) - 11/5/2020 4:08:09 AM
i did Ed,
My Photo, (Poetry) - 11/4/2020 8:38:58 AM
He makes you look much better. And he certainly does have a royal quality about him. You are most fortunate to have his mom and him around to make your life better.
Ron
My Photo, (Poetry) - 11/2/2020 10:29:38 AM
Enjoyed immensely. A man and his horse. Fantastic. Great pic.
No, its my candy, I don't share... (Poetry) - 11/1/2020 5:38:36 PM
E$d, Nah, you're never too old to remember....That's why I keep saying that there should be "Daylight Savings Time" year round....That way we would have more daylight and twilight when we need it in the middle of a dark snowy winter...
No, its my candy, I don't share... (Poetry) - 11/1/2020 10:59:22 AM
Those who come at past midnight where do they come from? Ahh!!! They still remember it was Halloween!
Sandie
No, its my candy, I don't share... (Poetry) - 11/1/2020 10:36:03 AM
Not a chance of any children coming up here on the dark and lonely part of the mountain (although that blue full moon sure brightened things up last night). Love and peace to you, Ed.
Regis 🌲🍂🌳🍁
Insight to the Light! (Poetry) - 10/31/2020 5:29:32 AM
you say well of those who write here for us to read, you are among them all
Insight to the Light! (Poetry) - 10/30/2020 11:54:37 AM
Now it's time to get down to writing something…
Ron
Insight to the Light! (Poetry) - 10/30/2020 11:28:42 AM
A meaningful and heartwarming write, Ed; and I am humbly honored to have found mention amongst your verses. Love, peace, and well-being to you,
Regis. 🍁
Just passing through to pass some gas, (Poetry) - 10/27/2020 8:43:50 AM
Feel sorry that you have run out of gas (ideas). I saw that happen to Jerry Bolton when I called him at the assisted living home. Perhaps he just had enough ladies around to talk to that he didn't have to resort to daily poetry.
I still have plenty of gas. Won't have to purchase any, anytime soon. As far as I know, the fastest vehicles on the planet at least in the short run like a quarter-mile are no electric. That electricity often is still produced by gas. Much gas is emitted by the sun and the wind is nothing but air, a gaseous mixture moving around, putting pressure on the fins of a turbine to make it move.
Ron
Just passing through to pass some gas, (Poetry) - 10/26/2020 12:31:29 PM
I don't drive that much. My 2002 GMC Jimmy (over 18 years old but looks like new) has less than 90,000 kilometres (56,000 miles) so far. I only gas up about once a month or less so I do get to go past a lot of gas stations. 😁 Love and peace to you, Ed.
Regis 🍁
Just passing through to pass some gas, (Poetry) - 10/26/2020 7:26:23 AM
We have these feelings at one time or another, especially during this pandemic time when we've got nothing else to do after work, or some can't even go to work at all. You would think we may get more productive in writing given more time to be at home, but this is different, we are being forced to have nothing to do. No restaurants are opened, no theatres are open (it's not like I go there often, but knowing that they are closed makes a difference), no gyms, can't even sit in the park. We are like having house arrest. Relatives come only when I invite them. What kind of life is this?
Seriously, I enjoyed the jam-packed schedule when I had to go to work and then come home and be inspired to write a poem or two, or write a story 'til late into the morning, and then sleep a few hours and go off to work again. Those days are now gone. No entertainment at home here. Just sitting around watching TV, go grocery shopping every once in a while. Not a life I would prefer at all. I don't even know if we ever get back to normal. I miss pigging out in the all-you-can-eat restaurants, but I doubt if they will ever exist even when the pandemic is over. Many restaurants have filed for bankruptcies already. *Ugh!* Just so pathetic! Nothing to do!!!
Sandie
Just passing through to pass some gas, (Poetry) - 10/25/2020 6:02:26 PM
I know what you mean. Coincidentally, I’ve been watching , ( are you ready) farting preacher videos on youtube. I may be a Christian, but I’m one who feels the majority of Christianity worldwide is illegitimate. I know I’m now at a d often, but I had to say something here.
Keeping Busy (Poetry) - 10/21/2020 8:51:08 AM
You won't believe this, that as I read that last line I got real dizzy and almost fell on the wheelchair! And that's never happened before! Are you some kind of Internet guru? Influencing people through your verse in poetry? Something going on?
Sorry that you're having trouble keeping busy. I hardly have time to write anymore. About deleting all those junk emails. Usually takes up couple of hours of my day. How about a good porn site. Another couple of hours. Chasing down all of those ways of taking advantage of some poor slob who died with millions in the bank and now you have to accept the money and launder it for some very honest and helpful foreign agent. Clean out the fuzz in your navel and "Pick your feet in Poughkeepsie." (Popeye Doyle In The French Connection.)
Ron
Keeping Busy (Poetry) - 10/17/2020 8:04:38 AM
I for one fill some of my time writing poems. It looks like you are doing the same, Ed. Enjoyed this one. So true.
Keeping Busy (Poetry) - 10/17/2020 4:14:50 AM
some are dizzy already, you my friend keep us smiling
Keeping Busy (Poetry) - 10/17/2020 4:08:50 AM
The government is already gearing all of us to live in a virtual world. That's the way it's going to be in the future (Read my poem: Future World). We are constantly being locked down. Restaurants are only for takeout, theatres are closed. We'll be living like the MATRIX world. It's a possibility that may happen in the future.
Sandie
A car person all around. (Poetry) - 10/14/2020 10:46:33 AM
Drivers and hernias go hand-in-hand. My great-grandfather was a beer wagon driver out of Milwaukee. My grandfather was a chauffeur for a rich Chicago man with Wisconsin farms. My father drove truck and was a Teamster all his working life.
I drove nearly every state in the union and across Western Canada twice in the East once, into Mexico border area multiple times. Well over 500,000 miles. Loved every mile, even commuting in Houston. A car guy through and through. No trucks for me.
Ron
A car person all around. (Poetry) - 10/12/2020 2:03:00 AM
I worked in the Customs and also the Tax department. Very stressful jobs! I don't miss them.
Sandie
A car person all around. (Poetry) - 10/11/2020 8:12:06 AM
Newspaper boy, caddie, and bottle washer in an ice cream factories.
Crackered head (Poetry) - 10/10/2020 11:16:07 AM
I like the poetic irony. One of your best. Unfortunately, eating those highly processed snack foods are guaranteed to bring you to an early death.
Ron
Crackered head (Poetry) - 10/7/2020 4:13:58 PM
I like them all. :D
Sandie
Crackered head (Poetry) - 10/7/2020 1:59:59 PM
i actually like ritz. and i won't ask. lol
Blizzardish (Poetry) - 10/6/2020 11:07:14 AM
I love winter. I miss it here. Love and peace to you, Ed.
Regis 🍁🍂🌲🌳🌴
Blizzardish (Poetry) - 10/4/2020 6:17:05 AM
don't get cabin fever
Blizzardish (Poetry) - 10/3/2020 10:29:46 PM
Yesiree, old man winter has his spectacles upon us. It's gonna be a cold one–-I can feel it in my bones. If it's gonna be cold, I hope we're inundated with endless blizzards. I'd love to see several feet of snow like we had in Norway. Those were real winters, but they knew how to dress for it: lots of fine wool, not this silly cotton stuff. Stay warm, buddy, and don't let those snow snakes get you. If they do, kick 'em in the teeth!
Great to hear from ya, Ed!
Dr. Wizzle
Reading (Poetry) - 10/3/2020 12:01:30 PM
The older we get, the more likely we are to fall asleep while reading. And, we certainly do mull over in our sleep. But don't let those words get their claws in you too deep!
Ron
Reading (Poetry) - 10/2/2020 12:17:43 PM
my wife does the same thing
Reading (Poetry) - 10/1/2020 6:17:44 PM
That's what happens to me too. I always fall asleep while reading.
Sandie
A Christmas Bone… (Poetry) - 9/30/2020 9:42:11 PM
always a laugh when you can see the story between the lines --good job
Almost fall... (Poetry) - 9/30/2020 11:04:53 AM
It certainly is, "almost fall." Always a time to get out and feel the sun's warmth in the cool air and marvel at the change in scenery the change in the weather brings. Nothing like a wet fall day to catch the eye like your image.
Ron
Almost fall... (Poetry) - 9/30/2020 9:01:50 AM
Winter will come soon enough; let's enjoy the falling leaves of autumn. Fine poem.
Almost fall... (Poetry) - 9/29/2020 1:08:41 PM
i like all the seasons myself but spring and fall are my favorites
Prolific? (Poetry) - 9/27/2020 6:56:57 AM
your ship is full of great writes
Prolific? (Poetry) - 9/26/2020 11:45:41 AM
Alcohol and drugs can make one quite glib. Especially the response like a poke in the rib. On a high that makes almost everything funny, but eventually comes the low like one's battery.
I would suggest you continue to write anything that comes to your mind, and then later read it back to yourself and see whether it is worth posting or not.
Ron
Prolific? (Poetry) - 9/26/2020 11:44:02 AM
For someone who says he has difficulty putting words on paper, you are doing fine with this poem. Keep writing!
Sandie
Prolific? (Poetry) - 9/25/2020 10:16:50 AM
Stuff to reflect upon. What I find most "disturbing" is how time seems to be speeding up the older I get. Love and peace to you, Ed,
Regis. 🍁🍂🍁🍂🍁
Prolific? (Poetry) - 9/25/2020 7:11:40 AM
Indeed, writing required a kind of discipline to keep at it. You seem to be doing quite well nonetheless. Keep it up Ed.
Prolific? (Poetry) - 9/25/2020 2:06:34 AM
Good morning, Edmundo!
I'm glad to see you've resurrected your quill, even if it is of the typewritten sort. We'll have to get together again before both of us old geezers fall off the planet. Bobbie is doing well. She's such an angel! I can't seem to get Spooky to write anything, I suppose that would be expecting a bit much since she's over 20 years old now. Speaking of angels, give my best to Rene. Scott & Bobbie
Oh what can I rights, write people, no not white people, (Poetry) - 9/23/2020 7:45:12 PM
It's good that you live by the beach. The ocean breeze is refreshing and just sitting there and listening to the waves is relaxing.
Sandie
Mother Nature speaks... (Poetry) - 9/20/2020 8:20:51 PM
It seems Earthians will never learn. Compassion is the key. Humans (humane) where are they. I like to think of myself as human or perhaps as an alien. Thank you for sharing, Ed. Love and peace,
Regis. ☮🍁
For a change a wonderful & beautiful day (Poetry) - 8/9/2020 2:04:17 PM
Happy for you that you had a good day. With all that is going on in the world right now, such good days are truly gems. Love and peace to you, Ed,
Regis. 🍁
For a change a wonderful & beautiful day (Poetry) - 8/9/2020 1:02:42 PM
Rings as poetic as some obscure words slipping out of literary wannabe genius.
Only one thing wrong. That diet is of the killer kind, guaranteeing diabetes and swollen, painful legs and feet if eaten every day for a lifetime. If I were along on that trip, we might have found some healthy food that once you get used to it, becomes more delicious than all that artery clogging stuff. Especially at an Amish market. There are probably fruits and vegetables there that would, if eaten regularly in small quantities, make you feel like a kid again… Ready to take a ride on the spunky horse.
Ron
For a change a wonderful & beautiful day (Poetry) - 8/9/2020 6:57:54 AM
With steak, mac 'n cheese, and shrimp, how could it not be a perfect day. Interesting and enjoyed hearing what others are doing.
For a change a wonderful & beautiful day (Poetry) - 8/9/2020 5:34:26 AM
Hi Ed -- yes, 08/08/2020 was a beautiful day. A tad warmer here than there and today will be another wonderful day. We will be driving home from Clifty Falls State Park today--a super 5 days. Great hikes, scenery awe-inspiring, quiet, food galore (and very delicious), and atmospheres of change. So glad you and Rene had such a perfect day! Thanks for taking time to poetisize (I know, probably not a word) your day. Bobbie & Scott
How many issues...? (Poetry) - 8/8/2020 12:39:33 PM
It's scary to even think about. Well penned, Ed.
How many issues...? (Poetry) - 8/8/2020 9:28:42 AM
Thought-provoking questions, Ed. And these are troubling times. Love and peace,
Regis. 🍁
How many issues...? (Poetry) - 8/7/2020 2:32:52 PM
You're approaching 6000 pieces on this site. Quite a feat.
How many issues...? (Poetry) - 8/7/2020 9:37:25 AM
A romp through the hazards of childhood; but you forgot the joys of the tinkle of the ice cream truck that came around on summer afternoons. Glorious.
How many issues...? (Poetry) - 8/7/2020 6:53:14 AM
My grandfather always said, we're all just guinea pigs going to the guinea pig factory.
How many issues...? (Poetry) - 8/7/2020 3:42:19 AM
i think you pose some of the right questions here. to wonder at what the real answers are?
Mother Nature speaks... (Poetry) - 8/6/2020 9:37:45 AM
That hurricane eye must have passed right over your house. The way it was moving, it was not lingered long. But enough time for you to write this poem of your experience.
Ron
Mother Nature speaks... (Poetry) - 8/4/2020 2:36:20 PM
Mother nature is always talking to us, but so many humans don't listen to her words of beauty and wisdom, or her words of warning, and that's sad and will more than likely spell doom for those of us who do listen.
Mother Nature speaks... (Poetry) - 8/4/2020 9:04:40 AM
She speaks louder when she wants and we only claim to have what we want.
Mother Nature speaks... (Poetry) - 8/4/2020 8:52:58 AM
Hurricanes have a way of doing that. Nature speaks loud and clear in a hurricane.
The Great Loop (Poetry) - 7/30/2020 12:53:51 PM
Don't give up the dream,
Look forward to that day.
One can tell you're a man of the ocean,
and so I say, anchors aweigh.
The Great Loop (Poetry) - 7/26/2020 6:32:54 PM
Sounds like an adventure that would be "right up your alley," Ed. Love and peace to you,
Regis. 🍁
The Great Loop (Poetry) - 7/26/2020 1:47:50 PM
I learned quite a bit about boating within safe waters from your poem and map. Those waterways have been navigated by Europeans ever since they came • here, and by Native Americans long before that.
You are now traveling via poetry. Bon voyage.
Ron
The Great Loop (Poetry) - 7/26/2020 9:15:52 AM
Sounds fantastic and exciting. It's worth dreaming, even if it doesn't come true. Dreaming is the next best thing, Ed.
How long will we all last? (Poetry) - 7/23/2020 2:10:04 PM
A mess for sure.
Glad you're still around- hope it becomes worth it to survive all this.
Best wishes,
John
How long will we all last? (Poetry) - 7/23/2020 10:29:52 AM
The statistics show that we value our freedom above all. So many don't believe what the media or the government tells them anymore, relying on their friends to set their standards of behavior. Americans are so spoiled when it comes to freedom we have been given through our Constitution. We tend to rebel against any positive change simply because it's in our nature never having had war on our shores for over four generations. Too long to remember the hardship and pain that doing the right thing sometimes brings. We look at those history lessons as heroic rather than what they were.
Your poem asks a lot of questions, some of which are answered in some of which are not. The Coronavirus is new, and everyone in the medical field hasn't figured it out. But it is clear what to do to prevent the spread. Mask up and prevent 90% of the virus being transmitted the next person. Countermeasures will come. They take time to develop and check for safety.
Ron
How long will we all last? (Poetry) - 7/22/2020 4:11:39 PM
Troubling times, Ed... ...for sure. Love and peace to you,
Regis. 🍁
How long will we all last? (Poetry) - 7/20/2020 10:56:35 AM
Adolescent behavior is very difficult to irradicate when society nurtures and encourages such in order to maintain greater control. Would that the teen minded adults took responsibility for their less than respectable behavior, the country would see a renaissance. If only.
How long will we all last? (Poetry) - 7/20/2020 7:53:10 AM
It is a desperate situation, historical, that you have described well.
How long will we all last? (Poetry) - 7/20/2020 7:06:37 AM
That's a question without an answer, but with the lack of leadership in DC, it's a safe bet there will be a lot of unnecessary deaths to come. It seems we are living in a land of fear and acceptance, that things are only going to get worse.
How long will we all last? (Poetry) - 7/19/2020 6:34:03 PM
Indeed, it’s as if we’re resigning ourselves to annihilation in one guise or another.
Maybe it's from multi areas as we build upon Washington's fear and hate, rather than build a brotherhood of man, egos prefer to destroy than step back with equanimity and choose a path that recognises the depths of each other's cultures and values.
A Member of the Pod... (Poetry) - 7/15/2020 10:53:40 AM
A lot of truth in your words. Dolphins seem to have a good time, whatever they are doing. But I wonder how older dolphins feel. I'll bet they ache and feel like they are going to drown one day. After all, like us, they breathe air.
Ron
A Member of the Pod... (Poetry) - 7/15/2020 9:03:05 AM
You may be older, but you can always do a "pod" cast.
Times of our lives, (Poetry) - 7/11/2020 11:13:36 AM
Like Cheers, you could have been a television show… Or later, a reality show. BTW, did reality ever set in?
Ron
Times of our lives, (Poetry) - 7/8/2020 8:14:02 AM
Ah yes, those memories are always sweet. Great memory, Ed.
Times of our lives, (Poetry) - 7/8/2020 7:32:02 AM
At our age, those memories are all we have left. hang on tight to them. These days I only have parties of 1.
Gaining Water Weight (Poetry) - 7/7/2020 12:40:28 PM
I have lymphedema and retain water in my legs. Walking worsens the condition, but swimming helps.
Island (Poetry) - 6/25/2020 7:01:17 AM
BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Island (Poetry) - 6/23/2020 2:34:20 PM
i could drift in a hammock
Island (Poetry) - 6/23/2020 10:34:27 AM
You are immersed in the idyllic idea of being on a desert island, not trapped, but free to enjoy.
Unfortunately, those Naked and Afraid participants dropped on idyllic desert islands find food and water hard to come by. If not besieged by bugs at night and day, either burning in the blistering sands during the day, or freezing in bed at night. Or worse, caught often in a tropical deluge. Reality trumping the dream.
Ron
Island (Poetry) - 6/22/2020 4:57:34 PM
Your words tell of a lost beach perhaps? We here have lost quite a lot of land to litle ol' Lake Erie!! Scary! As always, I get into your words, Ed.
Love ya!
Jane
Island (Poetry) - 6/22/2020 7:29:56 AM
Sounds like a wonderfully relaxing place to be. Never say never.
Island (Poetry) - 6/22/2020 7:06:57 AM
What a dreamy poem, Ed. Love it.
Island (Poetry) - 6/21/2020 8:27:08 PM
Seems like an idyllic place to me (to be), Ed. Love and peace to you,
Regis. 🌲🌳🌴🌻🍁
50,000 miles (Poetry) - 6/19/2020 7:12:50 PM
Cars! I have three bikes and one I use almost everyday to buy groceries. It looks like a Harley without a motor. Saves on gas too. All the best to you, Ed. God Bless. Amen X 110!
50,000 miles (Poetry) - 6/13/2020 9:11:24 PM
Hope in the long run the car does not go over my cost analysis.
I hope so as well and hope all will work out, Ed. I know. Words are cheap but I really do mean it. Love, peace, and best wishes to you,
Regis 🙂🍁
50,000 miles (Poetry) - 6/8/2020 9:34:02 AM
You clearly said it was your 50,000 miles, not the total miles on the "used," Honda. Cars these days are noted for going long distances without any problems. Your car's computer will tell the mechanic what is wrong. Get an estimate and see what it might be. It could be small, or it could be big. I'm glad that you always have René to bail you out when things get tough.
Ron
50,000 miles (Poetry) - 6/8/2020 9:17:22 AM
good luck Ed
budd
50,000 miles (Poetry) - 6/8/2020 8:20:42 AM
Sometimes I think we'd be better off with horse and buggy. Lord Mr. Ford, what have you done?
50,000 miles (Poetry) - 6/7/2020 8:59:20 PM
Our cars are like our children to us. I hope this one holds out for you. I am sure you don't need the added expense from old faithful. Enjoyed.
50,000 miles (Poetry) - 6/7/2020 2:46:08 PM
Been awhile since I've read your work. I read this piece several times and realize how creatively you wove the car's history into your own, all the way to the end. Not easy to do, combining the personification of an object and the reality of life as we know it. Well done, Ed.
On track, unfortunately (Poetry) - 5/29/2020 11:04:49 AM
Gastronomically intense and painfully aware of your pain. The only thing now is to let it out like you have with this poem.
So good to see that you are eating well, but perhaps, enjoying it less. Bon appetite!
Ron
On track, unfortunately (Poetry) - 5/29/2020 10:16:41 AM
ahh yes what is it we do to ourselves. feel better Ed
budd
On track, unfortunately (Poetry) - 5/28/2020 11:29:08 PM
Unfortunately as we get older our eyes see food and we still eat it much as we had when we were much younger. However, this crap is rejected by the seasoned but more sensitive digestive track. So we vomit and reject it physically while our brains still tell us how great it tasted when we were much younger. SHIT!
On track, unfortunately (Poetry) - 5/28/2020 3:29:08 PM
Oh, what we put our digestive tracts through!! Feel better, Ed!!
Love ya!
Jane
On track, unfortunately (Poetry) - 5/28/2020 8:53:41 AM
Feel better soon, Ed. Love and peace,
Regis. 🍁
On track, unfortunately (Poetry) - 5/28/2020 5:41:51 AM
Don't worry, it'll all come out in the end.
Rock Pile (Poetry) - 5/25/2020 7:42:29 AM
Your words are making me think back to sitting on huge rocks at the beach where it was super quiet in the morning. Yup! There's nothing like it, Ed. 'Enjoyed!!
Love ya!
Jane
Rock Pile (Poetry) - 5/24/2020 10:20:54 PM
Well, if I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times -
There's nothing like a rock jetty stabbing you in the ass to get
your creative juices flowing.
Rock Pile (Poetry) - 5/24/2020 8:23:55 PM
Like you, I have many fond memories of my childhood; thankfully, these supersede the not so good ones. Love and peace to you, Ed,
Regis 🌲🌴🌳🍁😊
Gaining Water Weight (Poetry) - 5/2/2020 8:04:40 AM
The only advice I can offer is to just try to keep a positive attitude.
Gaining Water Weight (Poetry) - 5/1/2020 1:28:04 PM
As you know Ed, I walk a lot. It is great exercise and not as hard on the body as running. My knees cannot take jogging but walking seems fine. Keep moving. Sending love, peace, and best wishes,
Regis. 🍁
Gaining Water Weight (Poetry) - 5/1/2020 10:47:53 AM
Yes, walking is great. Running is better. Fasting may be even better. I'm told that it works. My sister lost 80 pounds and probably staved off diabetes. She eats normally every other day and doesn't eat in between.
I can't walk, but have no sign of diabetes. Since a blood clot about six years ago, my legs and feet swell up during the day in the wheelchair. So I have taken to raising my legs while watching TV shows or movies to get the swelling down. It generally goes down all the way at night as long as I get in a little feet elevation during the day. I am not fasting and don't intend to unless I start developing some of the symptoms of overeating.
Ron
Gaining Water Weight (Poetry) - 5/1/2020 3:10:38 AM
Walking is a great exercise, Ed, so I would advise you to keep up with that, even if you can't keep up with your wife. It will also help you to sweat, which in turn may help you to lose some excess water. It's all in the gait!
