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Saturday, April 29, 2006

WORLD'S SECOND SHORTEST POEM

I now offer you the world's second shortest poem: Period. D. J. Forrester, © 04 The World’s shortest poem follows: Nothing D. J. Forrester, © 06 Aside from its absolute perfection of brevity, find grounds to criticize this… An Explanation When does an ending constitute only an ending, When is it simply a demarcation between one thought and the next, Where there’s to be an ending without a beginning, What substance of the thought best left unsaid, or any substance at all, When there is nothing... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 28, 2006

WORLD AT BAY

One can not sit in a castle keep, the world at bay, With the draw bridge drawn, moat deep and foul. There are brigands, trolls, and other monsters loose, When they come havoc and chaos they will wage. Evil abounds in the world around, at times not plainly, One finds, that given half a chance, devour they will. Yet surely there is good that comes to call by and by, Weary travelers with wondrous tales from afar. A learned monk, much to teach, for a pint of ale, Gentle knight in urgent need of... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

BRAKING WAITING

To brake or not to brake, that is the question, The truck brakes a going, stopping a question, Should she waste this beautiful Saturday norm, To chance a chance of fender bender bad, Or sit around the dingy waiting room with naught to do, Hmm, I will do both, I will call Joel and speak with him, Just in case, I will call a ride too, oh how clever am I, Now he thinks he is smart a whiz of a whiz, but even he can’t. Can’t write a five minute poem for me and me alone, Alas, alas he has done it,... Sign in to see full entry.

EACH DAY DAWNING

I think you must agree, T hat the age of ages this is not. W hile much is fine and dandy, T here is a great deal that is not. W ar and conflicts across the globe, H unger and misery keep apace. H atred of this and that flares all around, E nvironment, population matter not. T he old are ignored, the young rampant, E nergy costs out of sight, unsustainable. C ompassion and passion rare coins, Y et with each new dawn, chances anew. T he game begins again, all can be won, T he past an anchor around... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

HAND

A hand is a marvelous instrument, gift from God, Complex beyond belief and function. The hand can wield a scalpel with precision to heal, Then in turn swing a sledge hammer crushingly so. Fingers dance and prance over a keyboard creatively, Words and notes spring forth, treatises and symphonies. We construct mighty bridges and delicate tapestries, The mailed fist, or the helping hand, obverse of the same. Large and small, delicate and knurled, soft and scared, Often little thought of till... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

SOLO

To fly is man's age old dream, Soar with the eagles on the high, Casting off the chains of gravity, Dance among the sun drapled clouds, Cares abandoned and horizons unbounded. If it were but a dream, as for ages it had been, Then this poem I could not write, For I have been as a God, if but briefly, Mounted upon a steed of metal, One of clever design and execution. This day, your instructor thinks you ready, Without forewarning, he salutes, then is gone, Alone, as only a man on the brink can be,... Sign in to see full entry.

THE HUNT

Hunger pangs tore at his belly, Deep the drifts, dark the sky, Three days without food, The caches all gone, nothing left, The clan was desperate, He and three others, last hope, If game they did not bring back, Then the Shaman last rites intone, Deep winter, the dying time, Worst than any memory this year, A dry summer, fires about in fall, The land, as if the evil ones stole all, Then cold, and colder, ever present, The caribou and the hare gone, If not for the bear, nothing at all, The treks... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 24, 2006

I KNOW NOT WHAT I BLOG

Once upon a time, when plenty of time I had, I came across a site where people blog to their delight, Now it was all very new and strange to me. Yet it seems a way to practice and have fun too, So a blog or two I started, nothing fancy, mind you, Just strings of words in reasonable semblance of thought. A little of that, and some of this, with a bit of bombast, Some of my follow bloggers liked it, some did not, I try to understand the rules, haven’t given up yet. So I will blog some more,... Sign in to see full entry.

MONDAYS, WHEN THE FUTURE ARRIVES

The future is a murky thing that has the bad habit of becoming the past, Even worst, the future normally arrives unannounced, mostly on Mondays. If only they would arrive on Fridays, so we have the weekend to recover, We plan, we plot, we scheme, we save, we duck and weave, and it unrolls. It is never as we intended, but not nearly as bad as it could have been, For you see if you are in the future, well then you are still alive and kicking. And of course if you are alive and kicking, well then... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

BATON

All crafts have their tools, some are complex and new, While others are anciently modern, scientific art, At my side, hanging from my Sam Brown, Made by Lifetime, 18 inches long, is such a tool. No mere stick, petrochemical wonder, Tis a thunder stick in hands right, Silver knob at each end, knurled grip, Simple of function, same as caveman’s. Black and ominous, difficult to use, Any ass can frail like a batter, But a baton requires great skill, Training proficiency, the trick is not to kill.... Sign in to see full entry.

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An anthology of poetic thoughts and musings spaning space, time, and humanity. Written for those who dare to believe in the adventure of life and the wonder of the universe of human thought. I will add new material to this site at least several times a week, so feel free to check back. Comments are welcomed... If you have time, please take a look at my other blogs: FARSAILOR'S SHORELEAVE * FARSAILOR'S WEATHER GAGE * FARSAILOR'S WRITING MISADVENTURES * MURDER BY DEATH, AND OTHER GOOD STUFF

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