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Who Says That Poetry Dare Not

Who says that poetry dare not describe, except in abstract, the signs of the times, when modern culture abounds with sound bytes from cinema, like Puzo’s line that all business is personal, and we hang with pride by electron pins … Continue reading

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Society’s Man

Society, your dream would have me beg for pittance from a cruel employer’s hand, and from my knees downward, not use my legs, preferring that I genuflect, not stand, to act as servant, bound to divine whim that your appointed … Continue reading

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Where Am I Bound?: Hymnal Verse

Where am I bound, my feet underneath me touching the earth just one step at a time? When I have found my purpose for living will it be worth what I left far behind? What is the sound of an … Continue reading

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On Reaching Forty in a Week

In a week I will be forty. If my mother’s right it’s time to get my act together and find more delight in doing what needs to be done to build something to show for two score spent in dissipation … Continue reading

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Numerology

When I reach the age of Elvis crucified, two years and small change from now, I shall have been 33 years a missionary: singing love songs to the deaf; painting pictures for the blind; copying manuscript parts to hand out … Continue reading

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Town and Country

Town: I would to some far-flung county go except for the threat of winter snow and loss of things to occupy these tangent thoughts that fill my mind for in some quiet, rural place where you know every name, and … Continue reading

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A Blessing for the Road: a benison or blessing

I’ve asked much from the universe, expecting, like a child, that forces outside my control, untamed, feral and wild, would take a hand, and mold my life in ordered, simple ways. Such is the expectation of most people, when they … Continue reading

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