poetry

An Ode to Elon

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[Best when sung to the tune of “Froggy Went A Courting”] The Man on Mars ain’t lookin’ at the stars He’s thinkin’ ’bout wars And how to power cars There’s money to be made In the inter-planet trade Can’t wait to start the raid The Man on Mars ain’t thinkin’ ’bout Earth Cuz that tired … Read more

Screwed

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Did thine Savior truly say,
Blessed are those who do not doubt me,
Ere His mounting upon that skull-shaped hill?

If so, then needs must be to Him I pray
On a bended and shaky knee
Begging for Him to bless me, still.

For, while I have no doubt today
That the Son of God is He,
Tomorrow, without a doubt, I will.
 

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Happy Cyborg Monday!

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Hey, wow! To celebrate Cyborg Monday*, you can download all my ebooks from Amazon for free for the day! If interested, you can read a sample and download them from here. And as always, thank you for shopping at Amazon where your feedback in the form of reviews are always welcomed (and desired). #prayforthesingularity **** … Read more

The Absurdity That Isn’t

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However, practicing a philosophy as a means for navigating life comes as natural to me as the act of breathing or as the desire to include unnecessary descriptive and expounding words, especially those oh so delightful words of the adverbial persuasion, into as much of my writing as possible…

Emily Dickinson on Daylight Saving Time*

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764 Presentiment – is that long Shadow – on the Lawn – Indicative that Suns go down – The Notice to the startled Grass That Darkness is about to pass –   *Admittedly, it’s highly unlikely that Ms. Dickinson while sitting alone upstairs staring out her pondering window penned this pensive poem about Daylight Saving … Read more

Poetry is for Girls

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I may occasionally write the junk, but rarely do I read it.

And it is not because I don’t like it that I rarely read it…

It’s because it, the really good stuff anyway, is so durn hard to read.

I’m talking Poetry here…

Poetry with a big, bold capital P.

And it is so hard for me to read (And by read I mean read. I mean really digging into the poem and fighting through the initial confusion and the complicated and often archaic words. I mean, not just reading the poem, but studying it and trying to close the gap in time from when the poem was written to when the poem is being read by learning about the poet and where and when and why and how he or she is from and where and when and why and how he or she lived and then coming to my own understanding of what I think the poem means and then trying to apply that meaning to my own life and where and when and why and how I live it. That’s what I mean by read.) because it takes more than a little bit of effort to read it.

I certainly don’t have time for all that junk.

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