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Two poems

“Strong” by yours truly
“I raised you to be strong
All along
About things like social lingerings
And rejected engagement rings.
Life brings what it brings.”
“But sometimes my mind sings,
And before sleep the heart pings.
A sadness near madness.”

“Doubting” by yours truly
“Blessed are those who have not seen
But still believe,”
Christ said of Doubting Thomas.
“Whose sins you forgive
Are forgiven you.”
Can you forgive people for things not admitted.
Christ did.

A poem and a comment

“Bad Deal” by yours truly
In an email, my older brother
Indicated sympathy for me having got
A bad deal with health problems and other issues.
At least I have a girlfriend,
But it is almost surreal
Because only online.
Will it ever be real?

A memory
As a child, I would listen to the Casey Kasem show at night in which he would introduce and play pop songs on the radio. It may be a reason I still like pop music now. I said to an online acquaintance that pop lyrics can be just as profound as poetry studied in colleges. She seemed to agree.

two jokes and some poems

Joke one:
More evidence revision matters: The lead singer of “Flock of Seagulls” initially planned to call the pop band “Flock of Tweety Birds.”

Joke two:
“A Brief Guide to Existentialism”: Be.

“Blinking” by yours truly
Blinking at snow.
Heaven knows, heaven know.
Who knows where you’ll go?
Let the wind blow.
Wind blow.

“Free” by yours truly
Free association.
Actually, it can be very expensive
If you are with people
Who really don’t want your company.

“The home of the brave,
And the land of the land of the free
[Associations].”

“Remain” by yours truly
He said the problem
With pop music is that,
While it can be pleasant in the moment,
Sometimes, it can get stuck in your mind
Like skipping records in the brains.
What remains?
You loved. Will your heart to remain
To love.

A poem

“Absinthe” by yours truly
She said my breath smelled of absinthe,
And I needed mints.
The green devil. ancient evil.
“Do you prefer absinthe or abstinence?”
Well… I

Two poems (had two more, but they seemed too angry)

“Planned” by yours truly
Planned obsolescence:
Broken lamps, shut-down CD player, broken stove.
Then there is me.
“To be or not to be?”
Who planned this?

“Never” by yours truly
“Never forget we are together
Whatever the weather.”
She then asked why religious belief.
Three reasons.
1)You are more than the world thinks of you.
2) You can be forgiven.
3) When everyone else leaves, there is still God.

Two poems

“Waiting” by yours truly
“I will be waiting for you, dear.”
“I have a joke. Want to hear?”
“Yes, let me hear.”
“Lady in waiting in a hat, poised on a couch. How about that?”
“Explain please.”
“It refers to a young woman beside a noble woman on the day of her marriage.
To give social support.”
“Okay. So that is your report?”

“Mr. Scatterbrain” by yours truly
“Scatterbrain, but something does remain.
A feeling inside, a kind of pride.
And I can’t explain.”
“Well, that is plain.”

Just one new poem today

“Alone” by yours truly
“You’re better off alone,”
Whispered a woman at a late-night party
Who knew he had a crush on her.
They dated later, but…
His joke on a date was “now I’m dating myself…
Because no one else will date me.”
“You’re disappointed either way,”
Said a grad school classmate,
Apparently referring to whether
You succeed in romance or not.
Disappointed, alone.

Two poems

“Lady in Waiting” by yours truly
“I will be waiting for your return.”
“Do you know the term lady-in-waiting in English?”
“No, please explain it.”
“It means a young woman who socially supports a noblewoman getting married. Sometimes there are as many as five of them at a marriage.”
“I am wading in the water. Find me, remind me.”

“Ink” by yours truly
“My pen is out of ink.
What do you think?”
“Don’t take a drink!
Just use your computer
And do not dispute her.
There is still a future.”

A poem

“Flecks” by yours truly

Flecks of white on a black flashlight.
Not sure where they came from.
Perhaps just plastic breaking down
Like my body.
But the flashlight still works.
Still works.

Some comments and a poem

Self-publishing can be tough. As with personal banking, you can get locked out of publishing-company websites for no reason. And you need to deal with multiple book-industry firms.

“Inundate” by yours truly
Inundate,
In a date…
But don’t be late
For the date.
It should be great.
Love, don’t hate.

My brother-in-law said a while back Hollywood had run out of ideas and was just doing remakes and comic book adaptations. Sometimes I feel I have run out of ideas, but I try to keep going.

Note: the joke recently about liking to have sex with squirrels was only a joke. I would not even have sex with girls if underage.