Poetry

POEM: What It Is Like
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POEM: What It Is Like

What’s courage like?It’s like walking to the very edge of the cliffStraight into the skyAnd not stopping. What’s determination like?It’s like standing completely perpendicular to the groundShoulders back, eyes level with what’s comingTill all motion, even breathing stops…but standing still. What’s toughness like?It’s like feeling heat turn ever so slowly…

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~ A Milestone~

The first day of AugustMore than half the year has gone byI’ve lived a quarter of a centuryAnd what have I to show for it? ~ Ate reluctantly~~ Played badly~~~ Studied resentfully~~~~ Prayed fearfully~~~~~ Slept badly~~~~~~ Worried incessantly~~~~~~~ Thought belligerently~~~~~~~~ Rebelled painfully~~~~~~~~~ Admired secretly~~~~~~~~~~ Touched tentatively~~~~~~~~~~~ Rushed blindly~~~~~~~~~~~~ Believed naively~~~~~~~~~~~~~…

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An Ode To Wednesdays

Wednesday….is the name that the hope angel takes in the working world. For those zillions and god-knows-how-many-iions of identity-less beings….for all the collective mass that aligns itself to the common thread of conforminty…..for all those who aren’t ‘creative’ or ‘brilliant’ or ‘different’…..for all those who march only to one drummer…

FINE FINE!

The weather sure is fine.I like fine food and fine wine.I am so, so very fine.Fine to the point of snappingHairline fine, gossamer fineOf course I’m in a fine messWith all the unpaid fines Fine, fine, FINE!Yeah, sure, I’m fine