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My mother ruined me. She said I could be anything. I believed her. I never felt hurried to lock into a career. That made it easier to walk away. I changed my mind after a taste. Or when I had enough. I

Vacation * I love the word Conjuring up * A life deferred Until the return * Which I hope is never To pull that off * Takes all the clever And cunning ways * That I can muster Concentrated * Into a single

How do you put “Go on” in your title and not have it look like “GOON”!!! I don’t know either, but I gave it a shot. And I’ll keep shooting. Why blog this? Drivel? Aren’t there enough words out the to read

I follow this and I follow that, but I never go alone I follow all of them from the safety of the bedroom in my home I follow them on Facebook and I follow them on Twitter I got so hooked on Tumblr that

There came a guitar player into this town Who threw a pile of notes on the ground To see if they would dance and sing And what kind of fortune that they might bring But his strings all broke and his voice

I walked in my son’s room and what did I see? He’s making school posters saying “Vote for Me” I should have seen it coming, I guess I should have known But I really didn’t expect it from one of my own

I’d love to be a stand-up comic For now I’m still in hiding Behind guitars and poetry Just like the one I’m writing They say you have to pay your dues And they don’t mean with money There is one other

The AC died last night – without much of a fight – off to Heaven it went It gave its all – spring, summer, and fall – until its last breath was spent I woke up sweating – and everyone was fretting – “Where

Sociopaths are great with people They know just how to use them They see their victims everywhere And know just how to choose them Like looking in the toolbox To find the perfect tool They look through

Facebook: Where friendships go to die Maybe not your friendships, maybe just mine Where profound thoughts meet with thundering silence When pointing out absurdities and senseless acts of violence When

The Ubers and Taxis squared off for a fight That would burn in the streets, all the day and all the night Armed with lobbyists and lawyers, standing by their side To finally determine, who could fairly

Another year older, yes But a year even bolder? That is a better test instead In some respects, yes In other ways, no When I reflect on the path I have tread I have no regrets No fears that I fret But

5 Reasons to Seek More Rejection Your ego needs a kick in the head. (Mine needs two) The ego, or persona, is not you. It is the projection that you have of yourself – like an avatar. Who you are is just

Expands your Creativity. Feel like you’re in a rut? Writing poetry might get you out. Writing poetry puts you into a state where anything is possible with words. Every word in your vocabulary is fair game

I put the pen to the paper and push it around To see what kind of words will fall down Dropping out from my brain and onto the paper Sometimes they come quick and sometimes they taper Off just a little

Sometimes Monday mornings will start out with a crawl Sometimes Monday mornings don’t get started up at all Then they turn to Tuesdays which seems a whole lot better But my dog will start to whimper so

My poems have no mystery They’re right here in your face I’m going for your funny bone A pit-bull on a chase I throw in a point or two This world is so effed up Scooping up absurdity And loading in my

The markets all just melted The money all went poof Another well-dressed banker Is jumping off the roof Retirees can’t retire And play their rounds of golf No vacation in the islands The money just walked

Ashley Madison, how I love thee Let me count the ways You make the news more interesting On the no-news days I had no idea How many people cheat Instead of breaking up Admitting their defeat Hanging on

Isaac Newton ate a mushroom, sitting under an apple tree And when an apple fell, he discovered gravity He was getting high – seeing mathematics in the sky Everyone around the world, oh me oh my we are