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March | 2011 | Talking to Myself
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Poetry from Now and Then. Archive for March, 2011. When Cronus Ruled the Earth. March 11, 2011. I bounced the boys on my knees. And spun a story from the seeds of my sour grapes. Sharing with them the news of my disappointing life. 8220;When Cronus ruled the Earth”, I said,. 8220;the Seas sang and the Mountains danced. And Cronus fretted over the Music of the Cosmos. 8220;He foresaw his immortality ending. He saw that he would be overturned. By the ones who called him Father. Your father won’t make...
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When Cronus Ruled the Earth | Talking to Myself
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Poetry from Now and Then. When Cronus Ruled the Earth. March 11, 2011. I bounced the boys on my knees. And spun a story from the seeds of my sour grapes. Sharing with them the news of my disappointing life. 8220;When Cronus ruled the Earth”, I said,. 8220;the Seas sang and the Mountains danced. And Cronus fretted over the Music of the Cosmos. 8220;He foresaw his immortality ending. He saw that he would be overturned. By the ones who called him Father. 8220;He worried about Delphi’s warning. Your father w...
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For Hollis | Talking to Myself
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Poetry from Now and Then. Laquo; A Song, A Psalm of David. November 7, 2007. In this day and age when 90 is the new 70,. When science makes Sophia Petrillo seem the new Shirley Temple. Why did we have to lose you so soon, Hollis? You were the quintessential gentle giant,. An acrobat the size of an NBA star,. The sprite in the body of an Ent. You were a bundle of contradictions. A rapier wit masked by an unassuming manner,. Diet coke and a chocolate chip cookie. You wondered aloud to me, saying that.
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Without | Talking to Myself
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Poetry from Now and Then. When Cronus Ruled the Earth. March 20, 2008. Love without love is a clouded glass. Is a childhood dream, is an adult fear. Love without love is a pleasurable state. Without the problems and pain of love. Life without life is depressing and cold. Violent and sad, brought on by lonliness. Life without life is a troublesome trap. Never escaping, just going in circles. Hate without hate is an envious state. Is a lover’s thorn, is a broken date. Is an evil state. Hate without hate.
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Cataract | Talking to Myself
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Poetry from Now and Then. Laquo; Spring Training. March 13, 2008. The doctor confirmed what I already knew,. That the fuzziness creeping in around the edges of my vision. Wasn’t some imagined darkened curtain. But more a milking of the lens. Adding haze to my specificity,. The green twinge of memory sending back. Imagined reflections of different choices. A doubling of vision. Two doors stand before me,. Two paths, two roads, are they behind me or ahead? I made these choices long ago. Or did they make me?
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A Song, A Psalm of David | Talking to Myself
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Poetry from Now and Then. Laquo; Sing a Song on Alien Soil. A Song, A Psalm of David. July 18, 2007. A Song, A Psalm of David. Memories of a Visit to Jerusalem, Friday, June 29, 2007. If I wept when I first laid my eyes upon You. Were they tears of sorrow or joy. Or both, commingled in a prayer of gratitude. As I glimpsed Your shining walls and towers. Your rolling hills blinking clean and white. With Jerusalem stone, bathed in sunlight? I first saw Your red-shingled roofs. All creatures of the world.
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March | 2008 | Talking to Myself
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Poetry from Now and Then. Archive for March, 2008. March 20, 2008. Love without love is a clouded glass. Is a childhood dream, is an adult fear. Love without love is a pleasurable state. Without the problems and pain of love. Life without life is depressing and cold. Violent and sad, brought on by lonliness. Life without life is a troublesome trap. Never escaping, just going in circles. Hate without hate is an envious state. Is a lover’s thorn, is a broken date. Is an evil state. Hate without hate. Two d...
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Spring Training | Talking to Myself
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Poetry from Now and Then. Laquo; For Hollis. February 18, 2008. School’s ceasing; start screaming! Vacation vision, I’m day-dreaming…. Go and get my golden glove,. Ball will be batted to the big sky above. Catcher’s cares are carried away,. Home-run, my hero, will save the play. Pit-pat on the pitching mound. Rain on the rooftop! A poem by my daughter, Rachel (11 years old). Heyy this is sarah, i think this poem is good and it covers a lot of area’s. I enjoyed this poem xx. Thank you to the auther! Stret...
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ALL THE NEW THAT FITS | This Might Hurt
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Truth is stranger than fiction … and a bit more painful. Laquo; REALLY, NOW. IRON MAN, MARBLE MOUTH. ALL THE NEW THAT FITS. 8220;sleeker, smarter” Hartford Courant. Hit the stands yesterday (and probably stayed there all day). Having worked at the fatter, dumber Courant for 10 years, I suppose I should have checked it out, but even morbid curiosity couldn’t get me to do so. Luckily, courant.com. Has a link right at the top of the front page so I could Learn More About The New Hartford Courant. If you don...
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TCB … TBC … | This Might Hurt
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Truth is stranger than fiction … and a bit more painful. Laquo; A SINGLE REGRET. TCB … TBC …. Time to take care of some business, tie up some loose ends. First, I never revealed the band behind the mystery song. I wrote about in October. Here’s a clue: If I tell you, you’re gonna go “a-ha! Next, some good news: Rosie O’Donnell’s variety show. Tanked in the ratings last week, and won’t be picked up as a series! My fears were unfounded. So were my fears about Sarah Palin. D Are Americans getting smarter?