Last one standing...

We can walk away from anyone
but ourselves.

How will you live with you?

 

(originally posted 2-28-07) 

 

To absent friends...

I hope that
when my time comes
I fight
the whole way
to hell
and back.

 

Who are you?...

Option 1...

I keep forgetting
that it wasn't you
but someone else
who made me cry.

Option 2...

I keep forgetting
that it wasn't you
but someone else
who made me laugh.

Option 3...

I keep forgetting
that it doesn't matter
whoever it was
isn't here anymore
anyway. 

Snoopy knows...

 

We will always love you...

 

RIP Dolly Parton

Somewhere over the rainbow...

 

Ann is coming home.
Gonna be a good day.

Well, shit...

My sister got notified Saturday by her insurance company
that she has to leave the rehab facility on Monday or start
paying out of pocket.
We have two days to get organized to bring her home.

this is not a poem...

huh.
maybe this is
a poem
after all.

Say it...

there is something you
want to say but the words are
stuck in the shadows.

  

come home.

"you are full of yourself..."

 ...who else would I be full of?

 

voice in my head...

sometimes
when I think
I should
be sleeping
and it's dark and quiet
that's when thoughts
come to visit.
They repeat themselves.
repeat and repeat
until I get up
and write what
they have to say.
it can take a while,
like tonight, but
they won't stop
until they're
damn well ready
and if I'm patient
and a bit lucky
I end up with a 
nice little piece
of something-
like this.

History Matters...a book worth reading...

In my mind, David McCullough is a supreme word master.
He is one of very few authors who can entice me to read history.

Haiku...

I am worthless here.
Could there be a place where I'd
be better than now?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

it feels like settling... 

Not here...

 

even after
all this time
    I still expect
    to see you.
    It's a jolt
    when I don't.
    A tiny pain
    in my heart
    that reminds me
    again
    that you're gone.
    

You taste good wet...

you do
     I do not
you do not
     I do 

 

Slow progress...

Still in the hospital but doing better.
Waiting on info to get her in rehab.

Think good thoughts...

Sister Ann is having knee replacement surgery Tuesday morning.
Therefore, there will probably be a hiatus for me from here for a
couple/few days while I tend to her needs the best I can.
The hospital is keeping her for one day before sending her home.
Depending how quickly this knee heals, they are planning on doing
the other knee in 2-3 months.

 

 

 

 

I love a happy ending...

Knock-Knock
What?-What?
Are you there?
Who cares?
I do.
Since when?
Since now.
Too late.

 

Untitled...

 

when birds fly
is it always
in search of
or sometimes
just because
they can?

 

 

 

 

tiny birds flit from
here to there looking for who
knows what...ooooh look. bugs! 

She did what she wanted to and succeeded...

 

    

Georgia O'Keeffe-"I've been absolutely
terrified every moment of my life-
and I've never let it keep me from
doing a single thing that I wanted to do."

What's the question?...

Can you tell me...
well, of course you 'can'...
I guess the question is
more rightly...'would' you or...
'will' you tell me
if I asked
or would you look away
and blush...
Would you say 'No'
or 'Maybe' or tell me
to come back later
so you can think about it
hoping I'd forget.
You know I won't-
won't forget that is.
Whaddaya say?
I'm waiting...

Where...

I want
to go
where I've never been.
New beautiful places
with no people
no agenda
no reason to be
just breathe
and see.

checking for a pulse...

yesterday
you were sad.
Is that
still true
today?

Sometimes
once in a while
now and then
off and on.

What do you call it...

 

"And when nobody wakes you up in the morning,

and when nobody waits for you at night, 

and when you can do whatever you want.

What do you call it, Freedom or loneliness?" 

Charles Bukowski

 

 

What does it take?...

Not hated. Not even disliked.
Just not loved enough
to spend a lifetime
every day forever.
Not expecting more because
it simply isn't there.
Caress whatever is had
then put it back
on the shelf for later.
Dust it off once in a while,
smile,
and tuck it in for the night.

 

It's too friggin' hot to think...

And, now, we're getting air quality warnings because
Canada is on fire and the smoke is on its way to Ohio
and Michigan. Like soon. Today. And, it's extra crappy
smoke that we are supposed to avoid by staying inside.
That's great for those who have a/c. We do not.

I want summer to go away.

Saying good-bye can take a long time...

close your eyes,
think of me.

when does 
the missing
go away? 

Albert Camus-who you live with...

 

Reveal...

what poems do
is tell about 
you.
the you
who writes.
the you
who reads.
like it or not
we see
who you are.
like it
or not.

Haiku for you...

summer swelter is 
heavy on the leaves, almost
as if raindrops fell.                

sweet peonies fill
my eyes with beautiful pink 
feathers of petals.

the sun is shining
somewhere every day. Be glad
when it blesses you.

Love letters...

Your name is Love.
my Love,
don't die before me.
that's selfish, I know.
but I don't want to miss you
before I go.

********************

I can feel you breathe
from far away.
It's all I need
to know you are
with me. 

 

Afternoon on a Hill...

I will be the gladdest thing
   Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
   And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
   With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
    And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
    Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
    And then start down! 

Edna St. Vincent Millay 

 

 

 

found at https://tail-feathers.tumblr.com/

Where did the time go?...

 

I know a guy...

 

Miserably, terribly, suffocatingly hot...

 

Are you crying 
or sweating
silly human?
Get up and
open my tuna.

Your future needs you...

 

Some
anonymous
somebodies
may have
already said
"it" better than
the rest of us
who've been
trying to be
the next
brilliant
someone to
amaze us all.

Advice from Jack London...

 https://thehammockpapers.blogspot.com/2026/06/keep.html

Via the generous mind of Rob F.  

Selective understanding...

pick and choose
easy, hard
here, gone
today, yesterday
loud, quiet
solo, with
mine, yours
give, take
growing, old
build, destroy
disrupt, contribute
satisfied, not
begin, end
tomorrow

Just because...

 

Be your
own kind
of
beautiful.

Make a liar outta me...

I say
you don't love
me.
I say
it doesn't matter. 
not
now or ever.

 

 

Gesundheit...

may you continue
getting older
wiser
happier.
content
in yourself
who you know
where you are
why you are.

 

wise words...

"Don't let your struggle become your identity."   Unknown

 
 

rumble and flash...

 

thunder growls
in between blinding sheets
of lightning.
they tussle with
each other to see
which one will
get the last word
this time.
Rumble me timbers,
matey!

It seems...

time goes faster
every year.
Is it trying
to catch up
to make up
for lost time?
Wouldn't it be
better
to have time stand still?
Take a breather.
Look around.
Gather itself
to ponder the moment.
Who's in charge
of the current process?
Let's set up a committee.
Can we take a vote?

 

Since you said "Please"...

 

 

*do you know what I like about you?*

**I can't imagine.**

*Everything.*  

From Urge to Create (on my sidebar)...

 

Vincent van Gogh (Dutch 1853-1890), Cypresses, 1889, Oil on canvas - “It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.” Vincent Van Gogh

K.I.S.S. ...

write
the way you speak.
makes sense
don't you think?
writers
want readers
to understand
not have to guess
what's
being said.
speak clearly
the first time
then there's
no need to repeat. explain. define. stammer.
or wonder.

Keep it simple, sweetheart.

ripe old age...

there are times
when remembering
the few fine yesterdays
makes me smile
because they were. 

gimme a reason...

 

 

A little levity, please...

 

 

New American Digest is kind enough to post some of my "stuff"
sometimes. Today DT picked one of my own favorites. Go see.

 

Let me look...

sit still now
so I can
memorize
your beautiful
handsome face.
then I can
see you
even when
you're not here.
for a moment,
It'll feel like
you never left.

Good-bye May...

 Very soon June.

She would've
liked today.
Sunshine
Baseball
I miss her every day
but even more
on days like this.
Hope she's with us
somehow
and knows.

Oh, yeah?

.
.
.                     
if                   >>>me.
it                  ^     maybe.
were             ^
simple          ^
everyone      ^ 
would           ^
do                 ^              
it                   ^
better           ^  
than              ^
you                ^
or                   ^
maybe>>>>>  ^                                            

 

You may be the world...

 

don't stop
loving
yourself.
that
has to be
first.