tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11993020511703752242023-11-15T06:42:27.933-08:00Rain or ShineGesundheithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12077963786106498437noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199302051170375224.post-25754589021380266032012-01-21T17:11:00.001-08:002012-01-21T17:12:01.690-08:00Dog<div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Gigi, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Nobody notices the dog</i></span></span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Gigi, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Old enough heart, no good</i></span></span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Gigi, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Like a Romany gypsy</i></span></span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Gigi, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Repaying a debt</i></span></span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Gigi, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>To the destructive powers</i></span></span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Gigi, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Orphans. Thieves. Invalids.</i></span></span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Gigi, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Overcome!</i></span></span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Gigi, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Roars the earthy spirit</i></span></span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Gigi, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>A single word is a</i></span></span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Gigi, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Catalyst for it all</i></span></span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Gigi, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>But “I’m not so tough”</i></span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Gigi, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i> So thinks the old broken dog</i></span></span></span></div>Gesundheithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12077963786106498437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199302051170375224.post-76103897518938983512012-01-21T17:10:00.000-08:002012-01-21T17:10:48.433-08:00Remember to take in the proverbial long view, and not the abbreviated version of existence.<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i>That afternoon, as the poorly compensated workers flooded out of the shops, I walked into a student weeping and heaving some ugly sob on the dirty curb of the street in her short dainty skirt. I put my hand on her shoulder, her hair curled and hung down over my hand. She looked up with watery red eyes. “Cry elsewhere,” I told her, “Or sprout wings and soar, girl.”</i></div>Gesundheithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12077963786106498437noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199302051170375224.post-14542074791218680252011-10-17T01:02:00.000-07:002011-10-17T01:02:30.097-07:00The Wise Poet of the Forever Alone<b>Opening</b>:<br />
Even in the limning<br />
despair, there is the spirit of love<br />
masked by want and fulfillment<br />
or perhaps cocooned and shadowy<br />
It is to those who can and must help themselves<br />
that I speak to, you depressed men and young women<br />
to follow my precepts<br />
for the wheel of fortune is forgiving<br />
and life is sweet!<br />
<br />
<b>Precepts</b>:<br />
Savor the air, tend to your small garden<br />
or secondhand car, don't slide into alcholism<br />
tolerate the superficial<br />
You may not be a virile-looking specimen<br />
or have that special effect on the opposite sex<br />
but don't polish your plaintive violin<br />
Be passive, and certainly be patient<br />
another year looms<br />
and swifly the poised music<br />
will make us laugh<br />
<br />
Seek a surrogate mother in the moon<br />
cuddle the sun in the yard<br />
The brittle spirit<br />
will find satisfaction in the small<br />
things<br />
and this will go a long way<br />
No need destorying yourself<br />
in the childness<br />
of anguish<br />
and maudlin tears<br />
<br />
<b>This should be your rhapsody</b>:<br />
Oh, friendly nieghbor! let's be together<br />
and if it be only in spirit, that will be just fine<br />
with me<br />
<br />
Oh, stoic hope! I'll make do with the four seasons<br />
lonely winter, affectionate autumn<br />
companionable summer, and our mutul friend<br />
spring<br />
<br />
<b>The moral of this rhapsody:</b><br />
It has always been like this<br />
even in the widowed year<br />
or the month of the affable slob<br />
or the days of madness and<br />
desolate spirits<br />
So open the doors and windows<br />
for I've found the crucial notion<br />
against our despair<br />
in the blood of night<br />
<br />
<b>And So It Will Be:</b><br />
One day you'll have<br />
a meeting<br />
a crush, a girlfriend<br />
a boyfriend<br />
and touch the leaf of sex<br />
Over time<br />
you'll be a well-balanced<br />
individual<br />
<br />
You'll grow senile<br />
and sit at<br />
the dinner-table<br />
you may see son, daughter<br />
and friend<br />
and they'll see mother, father<br />
and friend<br />
<br />
And in the course of life<br />
you'll be the most moral<br />
person, and your kindness will<br />
be exmplefied to one and all<br />
because when you were young<br />
you died a little every day<br />
in circling sadness<br />
but you'll have succeeded it all<br />
and while everyone else celebrates<br />
birthdays and anniversaries<br />
you'll be celebrating the bright<br />
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