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When a blog languishes

Posted in Art, Poetry on August 6, 2014| 2 Comments »

What an irritating thing to do. Just stop blogging? Why?

Suppose there are friends out there wondering what happened.
For example, is she still alive?

Did she commit a serious crime?
If so, when will she be getting out of prison?

Has she lost her voice?
That shouldn’t stop anybody from typing.

Did a bear eat her after mistaking her for a bird feeder?
How is the bear feeling?

It may be simpler to get back to blogging
than it is to come up witha litany of flimsy excuses.

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Ten Things to Know Before Stepping Outside to Play

Posted in Poetry on January 12, 2014| Leave a Comment »

Okay now.
I see it all the time.
The purpose of this BLOG is to get you to:
ooops, my keys are stuck.

Here are TEN critical things one must know before going outside to play:

Infinity is a short amount of time repeated over and over.
Death is a big part of life.
Disease is a small part of global health.
Fun doesn’t hurt, most of the time.
Life expectancy is increased equal to the amount of time spent exercising.
I think, therefore I am, I think.
I am, therefore, I think I am, I think.
Friends for life are limited by life expectancy of either themselves or you.
Infinity is just a short amount of time repeated over and over.
And ten? What was it?

I get it.
It is time to go outside and play
and get off this internet.
Bye.

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July, the Hot and Sultry Month is Upon Us

Posted in Poetry, tagged Hastings-on-Hudson on July 21, 2011| 1 Comment »

Today,
yesterday,
the day before,
tomorrow,
steam rolls off the grass,
sun melts hot colors of summer flowers
shade comes in sliced pieces
shattered by tall grasses
wind sneaks through bushes
frenetically waving

Black and white of winter,
Browns and oranges of autumn.
Have disappeared forgotten.
Winter Memories Shown Here

Orange lilies bob their heads
reaching out above the hydrangeas
delicate flickering petals flying
sedately touching summer hot streams of light.

Orange lilies dominate.
Last year it was hot pink phlox.

The garden shifts its mood
depending
which way the seeds blow
how seedlings survive winter storms,
which roots drink in cold spring rain
absorb or radiate this simmering heat
sometimes leaves just shrugging down and hanging there
waiting for water.

Stonework defines the landscape.
However, the bushes and trees reinterpret the lay out to suit their own needs.