Poetry

Happy 81st birthday – to my long deceased mom

     this day every november finds me reminescing about thy mother, and though she never know much about my emotions (kept hermetically sealed in an vacuum sealed air tight figurative bottle), i purge...

My mother succumbed to a terminal illness 

 and passed away

no matter she fought tooth and nail     to keep ovarian/uterine cancer at bay

disease metastasized throughout major organs, 

-     -     -    ...

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Daylight Savings Time – November 6th 2016

maybe other persons in this country sensitive to the setback and forward of clocks, which twice yearly adjustments find me offset and internally awry.  this only lasts a day or two, but mindfulness and...

Hour two hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn

Round about this same of month every year, what a bum

er, and inconvenient truth diverged from this chum

purposelessly manipulating a hold over    sans yesteryear doth...

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Bah dickens, this poet iz boffo

an a macy zing lee muck up of the vast frenzied hoopla that sets the madding crowd crowing like banshees when a more placid and serence approach to celebrate this, that or some other day...

ole man winter afar off from now

Perhaps envisioning cold temperatures will allow

late summer dawg days here – (a best western suburb

   of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) to grin n bear - how

ever sluggish n lethargic...

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Facing the Real World

Its about my friend. We went through a rough patch. I was afraid we wouldn't make it through. So I decided to write about it because it was really eating away at me.

Never before had I had to deal with real life situations.

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Reality Is Morphing

We can see this in the generations coming after the the Sixty Something's of the early 21st Century, those of us who were born into a world of limited technology. For Millennia technological change...

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Can We Trust What We See

One day we open our eyes and there it is. The world opens up to us, all that we can see. We move within our view, learning as we go. But can we trust...

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In Front Of Our Eyes

It's happening right in front of our eyes. We, who live today are right in the middle of it. Being swept up in the wave breaking on humanities shoreline. The global brain being born...

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THERES ALWAYS LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

A friend and fellow creative dared me to write a poem encouraging people especially youths who are in difficult circumstances and this is what I produced.

Although,

Life's now tough,

And the road you tread - rough.

Continue walking down the lane.

Because, there's always light at the end of the tunnel.

Although,

You're now in the valley,

And the hill you seek looks elusive.

With movement...

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What New Realms Await

We live in a universe of subatomic particles, the building blocks of everything else. All we can see and touch is made up of the stuff. Even in the seemingly empty void of space...

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A World

like no other. Tiny blue speck in a void unfathomably large. Self aware beings truly not aware of much. Self impressed with no reason to be.  Obsessed with sex and violence driving forces of...

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