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While the ashes of marriage #2 were cooling, I began a journal here in verse, to keep myself out of trouble. So far so good, and one day at a time. I took a hiatus this past January, and I missed it terribly. Writing daily had changed the way I think - not my opinions, but the process of thinking itself. So here I am back again, and hungry. I began with three rules: (1) Iambic pentameter, (2) Perfect rhyme, and (3) It had to be true (no hyperbole). I hereby amend rule number 3: If I'm writing about myself, yes, it has to be true. But it doesn't, if I want to tell a story.

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JANUARY 18, 2012 12:55AM

Solace. Tuesday Jan 17, 2012

Rate: 8 Flag

 
Okay, sometimes I get a little bleak, 
And moan about my prospects being weak,
And wax rhapsodic over things I've lost,
Or tedious, about how much they cost,
Or angry, over turns my life has taken,
Regretful, that my kids may feel forsaken,
Entrapped, by circumstance, and money lenders,
Bereft of all the things that love engenders...
I've felt these things, and more, so many times.
(But still, it's kind of cool, the way it rhymes.)
 

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Feed records @ 8:10 AM a comment.
I wonder? Does Kerry eat in bed too?
The last comment was stuck. Oatmeal?
If he chew Red Mule tobacco. No gulp!

You fun to read. Rita S. Rated you.
My Rate buttons never work. Broke.
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On Muscle Beach
an old man showing off
yo-yo tricks
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(This ain't a nasty tease)
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I'm reading a book titled:
*A Scratch On The Wall*

Robert Deluty is a Friend.

He's the finest of the fine.
cc
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Bronx boy's bedroom . . .
a sun-drenched cornfield
pasted on wall
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Robert did not write this:`
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No smoke cornsilk in bed.
No smoke a corncob pipe.
Ex-addict dreams he dead.
He shot dope in his veins.
You know I enjoy poems.
That last line cracked me up. Cool indeed. On some metaphysical, meta-Ursprache level, I'm sure it still rhymes. And, hey, you're in the rhythm of it.

Just to be (even more?) annoying I'm going to say that if you love you aren't bereft of what it engenders, which is more love.
I agree very cool. It is good to see you enjoy yourself. Getting it out on paper or screen helps, but the right attitude after is even better. As always enjoyed reading, very,very much.r
Solace. I so needed to read of this today.
Phew! After just reading your previous post, I was a little worried but at the same time I know we all get to a point, where we wonder "what is the point?" I know I've been there recently and I guess I'm still wondering just what is the point a bit but I'm working hard on believing in myself and understanding that what will be, will be.

Having said that though, DB, I wish you all that your heart desires and for life to go easy on you from here on in. You do deserve nothing less.
I guess this is supposed to be sad...but cute...the ending.
"wax rhapsodic" what a great line! and kind of cool that it rhymes
Ay, ay, ay, I forgot to thank everyone for their comments last night. Geez, thanks everyone, thank you, really. It gets so d--- late sometimes when I’m writing my post, it’s not that I forget you really, it’s just that I fall asleep. Um, dreaming of you?

Art, somewhere in the comments about smoking this or that in bed, I see a compliment. Thank you. And you know, I gave up trying to rate a long time ago. My Rate buttons are broke too. It’s pretty frustrating.

c&v, thank you – that was my intention. And thank you for your excellent observation. Observations. (“ On some metaphysical, meta-Ursprache level?” I can’t even come up with a rejoinder for that.)

anna1 – glad to be a port in a storm. Better?

Kate, you’re the best. Thank you for your very kind wishes. I’ll try to keep you updated on how they come true (or not) up here.

tril, well to be quite honest… the last line was the first one that I wrote. It came to me in the shower (this happens a lot). I’m glad you liked it, and as for “wax rhapsodic”, I guess I’ve been waiting to use that for a long time – I have no idea where I first heard it.

That’s it everyone. I have to go write my post. Oh man, it’s late.

Goodnight!
when i wallow in it, i'd prefer that it rhyme. :)

(but i'd much prefer to read your poems than attempt mine.)