Monthly Archives: June 2016

On Aging

If accepting the fact that you will one day die is accepting reality and the nature of life, then so is accepting the fact that increasing age is accompanied by weakening physical powers and abilities. Yes, you may rightly forestall … Continue reading

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Words of Love Love Love

In the cool-cool-cool of the morning When the sun’s low-low in the sky, I am up-up-up and I’m writing, And I’m high-high-high, very high! There’s a click, chick, click of a blackbird, There’s a coo-coo-coo of a dove, And my … Continue reading

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Moral Thought

The radish harvest is under way, Man and machine do earn their pay. Competent, smooth, and sure and swift, Out of the ground the radishes lift! Oh, what speed! How well designed! What tug and sift of gifting mind! Machine … Continue reading

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Annabel Lee (another bright shadow of Poe—in many of Poe’s poems there is a sense of fateful loss. Well, I have killed Fate.)

It was many and many a year ago, In a village far from sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee. And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to … Continue reading

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New Eldorado (a bright shadow of Poe)

Roughly was dressed, This gallant man, For work in sun and shadow, Had journeyed long Singing a song In search of Eldorado. This man so bold, He came there old, Yet youth of mind still lead, oh! To wealth in … Continue reading

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The Official

The IRS official looked down his short bumpy nose at the common taxpayer. “You have been brought here,” he said, “to explain why you haven’t paid your taxes.” The citizen, a man who worked 12 to 14 hours a day … Continue reading

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The Inferiors

When government officials create laws and regulations which involve the initiation of force against its citizens, when they seek to prohibit free speech, they are professing that they are stupid, dumb, immoral, and afraid. They are providing proof that they … Continue reading

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The Gallery Cordair

All the lovers of beauty in art, That is joy to each true-to-self heart, Come with lips that are trembling to praise Every painting and sculpture ablaze. For ablaze they are truly with fire, Not of sparks, but of something … Continue reading

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The Soaring Ego

To be all for your ego, your “I”, To hold up your self as most high, To plan your whole life around you— Your judgment, and all that you do; To love what you love with such might It never … Continue reading

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I Sang

I sang a song. “I love it,” you said, With a twinkling star in your eye. I gathered your free sincerity And sprang up oh, so high! I next sent aloft “The Pilot’s Song,” And your soft, light “Bravo!” flew, … Continue reading

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Irrational H

Why all this irrational hullabaloo about a man who’s been as good as dead for the past twenty years or so and who, when he was alive, merely punched men in the head and torso to make a living? During … Continue reading

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Nothing To It.

“Jove,” said I to my butler, “I need you to say something.” “Something.” “Come, now, you can say more than ‘something’.” “I can, my Lord, but what is more than ‘something’?” “By Jove! Nothing!” “Nothing gets by me, my Lord.” … Continue reading

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The Optimists

The optimists are gath’ring round To sing their upward song. They’re ready for that vocal bound That lifts them far along. With faces bright and shoulders light They open mouths and sing, “Though now is night, we’re set to fight, … Continue reading

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Great Socialism

At the height of socialistic power When each man does each man devour, When everyone is clothed in dirt, And ripped up pants and ragged shirt, When all go hungry, have no hope, On hands and knees do blindly grope, … Continue reading

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