Author: Sysadmin

A poem

“Cut” by yours truly

“Better to cut your losses,”

Said one of my bosses.

“Better not.”

Said an overseas friend’s Mom.

Didn’t matter where he was from.

In retrospect, it was dumb.

The friend eventually said explicitly he was homosexual.

They never spoke again.

Prudence.

Two  brief poems

“Whirr Part Two” by yours truly

The wind continues to whirr.

“Would it were…” a buddy in high school joked

Quoting some translation of Ancient Greek.

“Were, when, how, who…and why?”

“Would it were…” but it  was (were) not always her.

Whirr.

“Left” by yours truly

Burnt my right thumb twice in my oven;

Feels like being stalked by a coven.

It only works on broil.

Should faster recoil.

So, have to use the left hand more now.

Sometimes feel “Left  Out,”

Like the childhood joke about a fictional baseball outfielder position.

What’s left?

Bereft.

 

A poem and a joke

“Noise” by yours truly

Burning, loud machine engines outside,

Exhaust.

Repeated safety beeps from the machine,

Blaring Latino/Latina music.

It will all go away some day,

Some way.

A joke

John Fetterman:: “Why the frack do the media keep saying I changed my position on energy policy?”

 

On Mass

The pastor spoke today of Zechariah, whom I didn’t know about before. He appears to have been a tax collector who took a sympathetic interest in Jesus..He is mentioned in the Gospel of Luke.

He may have been like St. Paul who was a tax collector who converted and became a preacher/writer.

We all have to balance the professional and spiritual.

 

A poem and a comment

“Wear” by yours truly

Wherewithal.

Wear with all.

Ware with all.

Make your fashion choices.

Wear with all?

No, don’t let life grind you down.

A comment

I am still thinking of a sister-in law who died this week in a car crash. I feel some personal guilt because we had some rough times, even though we reconciled more recently.

I wonder if my previous harsh words with her may have damaged her mood and contributed to her accidental death. Blood on my hands.

Lacrimae rerum.

 

 

 

A poem, a joke, and  a personal comment

“Forth” by yours truly

Forth and back

Retreat. Too bad Jack.

Just hit the sack.

Then tomorrow: forth and conquer!

“Once more into the breach,” said someone famous.

A joke

Tens of millions in government funds for birdwatching?

I like to look at women (aka birds) too.

But try not to watch strangers for more than a second

Or expect government money for it.

A comment

A sister-in-law died this week in a car crash. She had a long marriage, a graduate degree, and five loving kids. We could have a difficult relationship,. But her latest words to me were kind and loving.

 

 

Two memories from youth and creative writing

I have done some bad things in life, but one good thing I did as a teenager was helping out a possibly suicidal woman my age on a dance date. She was very pretty but shy, and we kissed a lot that night.

In our hotel after the dance, I told her many jokes. A male buddy said I was making her laugh so much she could not have sex with me even though she might want to.

On vacation in high school, met a pretty female family friend of one my best male buddies who had invited me to his family’s vacation apartment in Florida.  The young woman kissed me briefly one night. The male buddy saw it and punched a wall, damaging it, because he had liked her too.

He calmed the next day, and we fixed the wall.

On creative writing, still a bit stalled on my new novel. I guess writing is a matter of momentum to some degree.

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A few brief poems

“Boss” by yours truly

“You’re not the boss of me!” my young nephew said once.

I repeated the statement once to my real office boss.

I think he knew I was joking but replied flat serious, “no I am and can fire you.”

Had a teenage friend who would call others “boss” when he didn’t seem to remember their names. Kind of funny.

“Whirr” by yours truly

Winds again whirring

On a dark early morning.

Alone with your yearning,

Alone with yearning.

Always learning.

“Evaporation” by yours truly

Evaporation

She’s gone

Into the air,

Left to despair.

What does it matter?

What does it matter?

Let air take the liquid away.

At least my papers won’t be damaged now.

“Flash” by yours truly

Flash light,

So bright,

Helps at night.

Can’t sleep?.

Alright.

Hang tight.

Flash right.

Stay bright.

“Hack” by yours truly

Nice racket

If you can hack it.

On Mass and a newscaster

In Mass today, the priest spoke of rising from humiliation to elevation. We all have valleys and hopefully peaks in life.

In high school I had a girlfriend who was actually bipolar. I have not been but still have anxiety issues that also have to do with underlying anger. We all need to calm.

Watched some of Maria Bartiromo’s Sunday show today too. I don’t mean to play down her reporting skill. She seems very good, but when she was doing straight business reporting a while back, financial reporters calleed her “the money honey.” Haha.

My sister-in-law says I can objectify women.

 

On drinking

The WSJ recently in the lifestyle column was about mixed drinks. I basically like Zero Coke with good vodka and maybe some citrus juice.

I used to frequent a bar in my old city where one Bar tender would say, “one and done,” as question or recommendation. I said it was partly to get out of the house. She seemed to agree.

For some, especially men, booze can be a kind of medicine.  U.S prohibition and A.A. stigmatized even moderate drinking. It’s true it can ruin your liver, damage your nevous system, and make you act odd.