Monthly Archives: May 2016

Lunch!

As I stood on top of the city And looked way down to the street I saw Jill riding her bicycle— Gold dot to me so sweet. She stopped, raised black to her eyes; I looked through my binoculars, So … Continue reading

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Lunch!

As I stood on top of the city And looked way down to the street, I saw Jill riding her bicycle— Gold dot to me so sweet. She stopped, raised black to her eyes; I looked through my binoculars, So … Continue reading

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Oh, Mockingbird

Oh, Mockingbird, where are you now? I need your varied song. Red Robin keeps repeating—how! His liquid notes too long! He’s more like a machine, oh yes! The same thing o’er and o’er! While your top tunes are happiness None … Continue reading

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Raggles (with a debt to O. Henry)

Friend Raggles was a poet, But sure he did not know it; He lived every line he never wrote. No lyric passed his tongue, No verses there were sung, But everything he did was one great quote. He loved the … Continue reading

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Socialism Succeeds!

I get tired of hearing how socialism fails. People smart enough to know better keep bringing in the standards of wealth, health, peace and happiness and go on to show that socialism fails to achieve these ends. On the contrary, … Continue reading

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To A Writer

To love your life sincerely, true, To love it way down deep in you; To keep your flame of will alive, And through all strife to flash and thrive; To wave your shining pen in air— Your own free line … Continue reading

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No Change

I deny that climate ever changes; From cold to hot it ever does hold true. Its up and down it never re-arranges; Its calm and fierce, its gray skies and its blue. Most constant are the warming, cooling breezes. More … Continue reading

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I Deny!

I deny, I deny, I deny, I deny the right of anyone to make me say what I don’t want to say, or to keep me from saying what I want to say. I say that those who would use … Continue reading

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Webster’s Seventh Collegiate Dictionary

“Climate: the average condition of the weather at a place over a period of years exhibited by temperature, wind velocity and precipitation.” A place’s climate is a statement of an average of past facts. Past facts do not change. Without … Continue reading

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Hmmm

The myiasis in the Republican dump comes from that bloated ass called dumb-dealer Trump. Myrmecology is the study of Hillary and other Clintons. Sanders, obviously, is a myrmecophile, or, perhaps, or also, a myrobalan. Climate-changers and environmentalists are mystagogues. Mystery—“1a: … Continue reading

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Objectivism

Objectivism, born of Rand, Stood up for Self across the land. But Altruism dug in fast So every self it could outlast. Two thousand years of giving, giving, Held tight to men of selfless living. Two thousand years of “Who … Continue reading

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Along The Shore

“Daddy, why did you pick up that can and put it in the trash?” “Because it’s pollution.” “What’s pollution?” “Pollution is man-made stuff that dirties pure nature.” “Daddy! See that ball lying in the dirt? Can I have it?” “Sure, … Continue reading

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The Concert

“Tom, hadn’t you better get going to the concert? It starts in just an hour.” “No, Mom, I’m not going.” “Not going? But why? You love Mozart!” “I’ve decided to volunteer for the park cleanup.” “Why? That won’t make you … Continue reading

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All But One

Hundreds of poppies in the garden plot Await the sun’s bright hands. He’ll open them, but one will not; Already spread, she stands. She looked all night on stars above, While all her sisters slept; They only sought lost dreams … Continue reading

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Together

Sharp and clear the buildings here Cut through the blue, blue sky. Hard, exact, each man-made fact Stands strong and proud and high. Beauty beams in sunlight streams On angles, ledges, glass— Giant gem in quiet hymn Mere diamonds can’t … Continue reading

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Up Above

Oh, the juice of a poem that’s a joy to the tongue, And is meat to the mouth of the mind, Oh, the masterous rapture of passion upsprung In the breathing of meanings that bind;— What is more to adore … Continue reading

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First Owner of Mars (with a debt to Ron Pisaturo)

The owner of Mars is that lover of man Who owes what he dreams to the whole of his plan To reach beyond bars with the might of his mind And stake out his claim on his future aligned— Aligned … Continue reading

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The Merchant of Mars, by Ron Pisaturo

The Merchant of Mars is a powerfully dramatic adventure story of triumphant human reason, successful moral drive, and sheer limitless genius in the overcoming of great physical obstacles and malicious evil. There is no unnecessary padding here; the writing is … Continue reading

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