Middle-age Embarrassment
There’s something
embarrassing
about a
middle-aged
man
speed walking.
Category Archives: poems & short jabs
let your heart fly like the song bird
Let Your Heart Fly Like the Song Bird
Dance.
Bow to
the thunder.
Dream.
Strike a
match blow
out the
candle.
Climb the
tall ladder
dive into
the concrete.
Take a
deep breath.
Take another.
Swell up
&
float off.
Look the
wild world
in the
eye.
Don’t flinch.
Never for
God’s sake
ever flinch.
Shuffle off
to the
bone yard.
Now you’re
getting
the hang
of it.
Let your
heart fly
like the
song bird.
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false alarm
False Alarm
In response
to my
end of
the rope
short jab
16 people
emailed asking
me to
please not
hang myself
two said
go for it
one said he
hadn’t realized
I was
into climbing
mountains &
four asked
to be
taken off
my
email list.
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end of my rope
End of My Rope
I’m at
the end
of my
rope,
an idiom
that for
some
signifies a
hangman’s noose
for others a
poorly planned
assault on
Mt. Everest.
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bliss
Bliss
Nothing
turned out
like it
was supposed
to that
is to
say like
I thought
it would
which for
someone who
follows his
bliss is
the
same thing.
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the face of god
The Face of God
What’s left
when there’s
nothing left
is a
quick glimpse
of God.
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