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Monthly Archives: December 2011
Auld Lang sign here, please
Resolving, revolving promises made, kept, broken a yearly event spontaneously preordained commitments utterly devoid of promissory intent, overflowing self-mockery filling all potholes on the poorly paved road to hell Resolving, revolving nothing stays the same but the yearly promises to … Continue reading
Posted in Holidays, Introspection, Reflections, Uncategorized
Tagged changes, changing, changing for the better, food for thought, introspection, life, making changes, making resolutions, New Year, New Years resolutions, pledges, poem, poems, poems about the new year, poetic, poetry about new years, promises, resolving
Third day
no hens French, partridge, doves. Lover’s budget limit: dinner, KFC
Yuletide Evenings
It’s the week before Christmas as I sit in my chair watching DVD fireplace-flames licking video air the room engulfed with sounds of the season; beloved vinyl (old 33’s) plus trusty cassettes, brand new CDs crackling logs, favorite carols and … Continue reading
Posted in Christmas, Holidays, Uncategorized
Tagged "You'll shot yer eye out kid", A Christmas Carol, A Christmas Story, Alister Sim, Bing Crosby, Christmas, Christmas memories, Christmas music, Christmas poem, Chrsitmas movies, Crosby and Clooney, DVD fireplaces, fireplace videos, Frosty, George Bailey, George C. Scott, holiday poem, It's A Wonderful LIfe, Miracle on 34th Street, Ralphie, Rudolph, Rudolph and Hermie, the night before Christmas, the week before Christmas, White Christmas
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Perceptions
Old man sits alone park bench, chill wind stainless steel walker appears to cage him in captivity in the outdoors The man twitches oddly, erratically, ever more violently, piquing concern tinged curiosity; Parkinson’s, perhaps? Some other disorder? Should I call … Continue reading
most monochromatically not
I’ve never seen the world in quaint, stark black and white even as a child, vivid shades of gray were crystal clear I have always seen life for what it really is; unnamed, unruly tints and hues both opaque and … Continue reading
Posted in Life, Reflections, Uncategorized
Tagged . percieving, 64 box of Crayolas, ambiguity, clear vision, colors, Crayolas, gray, growing older, hues, life, looking at life, monochrome, perceptions of life, philosiphication, philosophy, poem, poems, poetic, poetry, self-awareness, shades of gray, tones, words of wisdom
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Mental matinee
Less frequently but with far more purpose, much sharper focus than my younger, more myopic days my workday mind meanders from the daily mundane to stray to tantalizing, sometimes R-rated thoughts, possibilities for later cerebral erotica starring my oh-so- vixenish-after-twenty-years wife … Continue reading
‘Bang. Bangbangbang.’
Middle age and being a grandfather for the first time finds me going back and looking forward reflecting on past errors, omissions, miscalculations and major ‘oopsies’ in hand-mirror over-the-shoulder Annie Oakley sharpshooter-style without the gift of an eagle eye or … Continue reading
Posted in Hmmm..., Introspection, Uncategorized
Tagged Hmmm..., poem, poems, poetic, poetry, reflections, scattershot, sharpshooter, sharpshooting, taking aim, whats done is done, whats past is past
savor
egg nog (with nutmeg); ambrosia for us mortals. holiday manna
Posted in Haikus, Holidays, Uncategorized
Tagged ambrosia, Christmas treats, egg nog, holiday cheer, holiday drinks, holiday poem, manna, poem, poems, poeti, poetry
