Tag: Commentary
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SS & Medi-dare
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog. SS & Medi-dare SS retired – required – inspired just plain tired – almost expired expiration date all up to fateemancipated and medicatedperhaps need bruja-ha or shaman help truer SS short-shrift – left adriftSS sucking sound asausterity abounds – movingwealth by fiat to leach-classwarehouses for…
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Past The Point Of Rescue
Past The Point Of Rescueby Mary Black Last night I dreamed you were back againLarger than life again, holding me tight againPlacing those same kisses on my browSweeter than ever now, Lord I remember howCouldn’t get enough of kissingDo you know how much I’m missing?No you don’t, but I do Days like a slow train…
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Whiskey Painters
I’m taking a break from my memoir for a while. For the next few weeks, I’ll mostly be reprising the poetry that I’ve written for this blog since I began it over a year ago. Whiskey Painters 4×5 inch masterpiecespaintswere carried in a small Anacin tin folding brushcompleted the ensemble table in the barthe painter’sbrush…
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Incompetence
I’m taking a break from my memoir for a while. For the next few weeks, I’ll mostly be reprising the poetry that I’ve written for this blog since I began it over a year ago. Incompetence imagination knowledgepractice and experienceequal successso they say incompetence negatespractice experienceknowledge and even imagination on any given day seems we…
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Gemini Mind
I’m taking a break from my memoir for a while. For the next few weeks, I’ll mostly be reprising the poetry that I’ve written for this blog since I began it over a year ago. Gemini Mind Gemini mindsplit in twoknow theuniverse is finebut need tofix it still politics warswith sanityenlightenedrealizationsconfrontthe hubris of contemplations fight…
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Hale Chatfield Elegy
Hale Chatfield Elegy He was a poet,amused with life’s foible-ing —laughing at himself. He was a mentor,teaching me to trust myself —being here and now. He used to tell us,“A poet needs a day job” —his was teaching us. He read our poems,drew smiles on those that he liked —Thanksgiving Day feast. –LE Note: Hale…
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Play Me Backwards
Play Me Backwardsby Joan Baez You don’t have to play me backwards To get the meaning of my verse You don’t have to die and go to hell To feel the devil’s curse Well I thought my life was a photograph On the family Christmas card Kids all dressed in buttons and bows And lined…
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Life In Ravena Until Retirement – Part 2 – Memoir Continued
Life in Ravena Until Retirement – Part 2 The trailer was in pretty good shape when I bought it, but it needed a new sealent coating on the roof. So, I picked up the appropriate roof sealing paint, and with the help of my brother, Guy resealed the whole thing. It took us most of…
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Life In Ravena Until Retirement – Part 1 – Memoir Continued
Life in Ravena Until Retirement – Part 1 Shortly after my Rockwell job ended, I bought a trailer (mobile home) in a mobile home park on the outskirts of Ravena (a few miles northeast of Kent), where I lived until I retired. The lot rent and my loan payments for the trailer, combined, were quite…
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My Residence in Kent – Memoir Continued
My Residence in Kent, OH Toward the end of my time in Kent, Kristen and her family came to visit me. That included her husband, Jerry, and her two sons, Jerid and Colin (my grandchildren), who were a year or two younger than my twins, Dylan and Caitlin (their aunt and uncle) We had a…
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