Author: Sysadmin

Four poems

“Ode to Compression” by yours truly

Oh, compression socks, compression socks.

You make it feel less like on my feet are locks.

I wear you and hear clocks’ tick-tocks.

“Moment” by yours truly

That moment when you are planning to write a poem but realize it is already written.

“Poet” by yours truly

A poet, and people know it.

If there is a garden, grow it.

Had more rhymes but forgot them.

Happens at times, ahem.

“Nuisance” by yours truly

A nuisance with a new sense

Of what it is all about.

 

 

On social media

I have been getting social media posts from a total stranger saying I have won $10,000. Yeah, right.

FB should really do a better job preventing con artists from being able to contact people they don’t know at all.

l have said before: this world is cruel. You need to be careful.’

On a memory and work in progress

My first crush when very young, like seven, was a same-aged girl named Sarrah. Of course it didn’t go far, and an older brother teased me for it.

But I am considering naming the main adult woman in my work-in-progress fictional novella Sarrah partly because of that young girl and partly because of the Hall and Oates song “Sara Smile.”

It can be hard to tell what influences you.

A memory

In I think my third or fourth. year of high school, I had an incident with the senior disciplinarian administrator where I said something a bit rude, and he shot back saying, “whatever you do in life, you will fail.”

It was a private school, and a lot of things were done through back channels. I told my Greek tutor about what the disciplinarian said to me and felt it to be emotional abuse and wanted him warned and maybe slightly reprimanded for it… but not fired.

My recollection is that the school staff almost fired him. but the Greek teacher would not allow it.

Mass quote and comments on words and music (mixed up the date earlier, and not just the date with that woman but did that too)

A Bible quote today:

“You will be hated by all because of my name,” said someone famous.

Samuel Beckett wrote a brief play called “Words and Music” and said later of it that music always wins. David Gilmour, lead singer of Pink Floyd, similarly said late in his career that he preferred the rock group’s music to its lyrics (not sure I agree; they both seem good to me often).

I think successful bands achieve a balance between melody and lyrics, like The Rolling Stones, Hall and Oates, and Steely Dan.

Three poems and a memory

“Night” by yours truly

The night, night, night

Obscures sun which can be too bright

But sun lets you see two birds alighting on a field.

Truth revealed.

“Time” by yours truly

Time congeals,

But are there heals?

One feels what one feels.

For the whole film,

You need to watch two reels.

You may not like the ending.

It’s a bit ill portending.

“Pains” by yours truly

So what remains?

Possibly mortal pains?

And all the old stains.

Try bleach.

And be kind,

Each to each.

A memory

Worked two summers during college at a NIH research office on psychiatry/psychology, mainly filing and delivering papers. Liked the doctors, but one shy one killed himself while I was there, and another had a son who went possibly homicidally crazy. The chief boss was a friendly and stable Finnish doctor.

One of my lasting memories is that during the second summer I was assigned an assistant, about a year younger, I think, and from a rough area of D.C. She had pretty corn-row hair. We seemed to get along, but sometimes she would say,” ‘I’ll cut you.”  An older woman in the office said it was just a way of saying she liked me.

Irony can be difficult.

The date today is quite repetitious. Odd. Just one poem.

“.Winds Two” by yours truly

Tonight no winds.

My old friends

Make amends.

Time bends.

Lasting trends.,

A quiet night but can’t sleep.

At night, it can seem

You are the last one left in the world.

Mind comes unfurled.

No winds tonight.

On Mass and a new poem

The virtual Mass today dealt with the Old Testament story of familial brothers killed for religiously refusing to eat pork when authorities wanted them to. What are you willing to die for? Eventually something.

I actually like a bit ‘of bacon in my meals. The standup comic Jim Gaffigan has several jokes about how tasty bacon is.

“Calm” by yours truly

Calm down.

Don’t sound the alarm.

We mean no harm.

And become…

If need be, numb.

And find someone

Who helps you hum.

Someone.

A poem

“Fire” by yours truly

Sometimes there is fire in my mind.

But don’t mean to be unkind,

Know the pulp and juice from the rind.

She said softly:

“If following a good way,

You get what you deserve to find.”

A poem

“Sutures” by yours truly

Sutures on my lower face:

Quite a disgrace…

Lost pace in an aisle of the grocery store,

Such a bore.

Face plant.

“Stop the old cant.”

Can’t.

Not drunk but in a funk.

Also broke my nose.

Ill repose.

Passed out and needed EMS,

Must confess.