Had a blog for today, but the website blanked it. I will try tomorrow.
7/2/2023 blog
Two poems
“More Skies’ by yours truly
Bright white clouds
Over the foothills now.
Green summer but still some wind,,
No bummer
The white and low clouds around
Like snowbound mountains.
“Feet” by yours truly
I see the x-ray photos of my feet on the floor.
The toe bones now look like tentacles.
May need a wheelchair soon.
6/26/2023 part two
Two more poems
“Revision” by yours truly
You’ll make decisions,
And I’ll try for revisions.
Into my arms there have been in scions.
With police physical collisions.
“Pink and Green” by yours truly
Tall thin pink flowers
Rising for hours
From small green bushes.
Beautiful.
The management does take care of
It’s vegetation well.
Some trees with well-groomed
Splayed leaves.
Grounding of small rocks/pebbles.
6/26/2023 blog
A rhyme and a poem
A rhyme by yours truly
Vent it gent.
“Careful” by yours truly
“Be careful what you say,”
My Dad said just before death.
Can words be weapons?
The police seemed to think so
And punished me physically for it
Without remorse and with impunity.
My word weapons (supposedly)
And their real weapons.
Their weapons hurt me,
Maybe permanently.
Their sticks and stones
Hurt my bones.
And their words were mainly stupid and mean.
My words should not
Have hurt anyone,
Maybe have annoyed a few.
6/25/2023 blog part two
Three poems
“Beats” by yours truly
Heard from a distant rental apartment neighbor
In our slightly “down at heels “complex,
Saying, “It beats living outside.”
I thought he was funny.
I have said before that
Sometimes fiction writing
Feels somewhat like stealing from real life.
I heard one person say one reason the fictionalist
Henry James had no close friends may have
Been because he used their conversation
For his stories, and they did not like it.
“Shell” by yours truly
Ode to a pistachio shell:
You can be tougher to open
Than three dates from Hell.
But the nuts inside can taste great,
If you can wait.
So wait.
“7” by yours truly
It’s almost 7 p.m.
Ahem.
In late June there is still sunlight at this time,
But I will soon be “pining for the moon.”
And perhaps hearing a tune.
6/25/2023 blog
A poem and a comment
“More Night Light” by yours truly
More of the orange ground electric lights.
About 12 in the distance.
I do not know why they are there,
But they are always there
And pretty in a way.
Also three artificial small
White light spurs
Coming as reflection
On a parked black car’s front hood.
It seems from the building’s outdoor light.
Alright.
A note
Spoke with a social media contact recently about having too big an ego. She was from another country and said there they call that having a big soul. It made me think of the U2 song “Sometimes You Can’t Make It on Your Own.” He sings, “We fight all the time. That’s alright: we’re the same soul.”
6/24/2023 blog
A poem
“Waving” by yours truly
I said to my Mom once while a depressed late teen
That it seemed sometimes as if it is the trees are waving at you.
We were walking outside.
She replied, “They are waving to you.”
It came back to me because one of the tall trees nearby
Gets caught up in wind sometimes and seems to be waving.
R.E.M. had a song I liked in the 1980s called
“The Flowers of Guatemala” that has as its main line
“The flowers cover everything.”
I quoted it to my Mom on our outdoor walk
And she replied, “They do.”
6/23/2023 blog part two
A poem
“Wind” by yours truly
Listening to and feeling
The winds while a kind Asian
Phone operator takes a shopping request.
You are not alone.
Duran Duran had a song that
Went like this:
“You’re never alone.”
I could not find the song now.
6/23/2023 blog
A poem
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“Lights” by yours truly
Night light.
Keep it right.
Commercial bright orange light straight ahead
Blinking as if winking.
Like wildfires,
Oh my ire’s
And maybe wild eyes.
Calm down.
6/22/2023 blog
“Politics” by yours truly
“I don’t even like politics”
When talking to an on old school friend
By phone recently
While speaking about
A new novella idea
On US politics.
But recent experience personally
Has made me want to make political
Expressions in fiction.
The novella would be about
A conservative US Senator
Who gets into physical trouble
For having ideas perceived radical.