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A Thing Gets Old: ottava rima
A thing gets old because it starts out young and in the spring has little or no care; of consequence and karma, yet unsprung in early life, it remains unaware. Perhaps in early August, comes a sign: an aching in … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, aging, Italian verse forms, ottava rima, poetic forms, seasons, youth
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Here is the Crossroads
Here is the crossroads where you finally know you’re too old to say you’ll die young. It’s early summer; fall’s on the horizon. Your spring has most definitely sprung. It’s not about giving up on your wild days, but some … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, commitment, crossroads, decisions, growth, maturity, youth
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‘Til I Die
Maybe I’m a dreamer, but I sure don’t want to be one of those two old guys sitting in the balcony: a grizzled, bitter muppet who makes fun of everything and never gets up off his ass, and on the … Continue reading
Posted in Poems, Statements
Tagged ability, aging, dreams, growth, maturity, music, performance, talent
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Seasons After Spring
I’m just an outlaw over 40 with no airtime on the radio today where each hot new hit’s a retrofit of juvenile emotion and cliche; but I’m laughing at the demographics every time I get a chance to play ’cause … Continue reading
Posted in Poems, Songs, Statements
Tagged aging, commercialism, country music, radio, seasons, spring, Waylon Jennings
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My once sweet voice
My once sweet voice, so innocent and full of strength and power is now reduced to rasp and hum, its range half what it was. It rumbles, where it once so glibly glissed; the pure head tone has sunk into … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, maturity, performance, regret, sickness, singing, time
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When Twilight Pales
When twilight pales your umber locks to grey and lines the apples of your cheeks with care, takes the wind from your merry laugh, so gay, and makes your step less sturdy on the stair, remember this: I loved you … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, companionship, love, maturity, relationships, Starlight Dances, substance
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