August 24th, 2017
The qualities and aspirations and virtues of wise and developed individuals are rarities, indeed. Here is a glimpse:
Sharp like the metaphoric steel blade Read More
Possessing uncommon passion and zeal
Power to act on behalf of right
Courage to feel what’s authentic and real.
August 22nd, 2017
The following stanza illustrates the feel of this paen to “Good friends we have/ And good friends we’ve lost/ Along the way,” as Bob Marley phrased it:
When I think about who in this world I can trust, Read More
And I am consumed by sadness and fears,
As my heart’s light flickers, a flame is evident:
Dustin was a friend to me for so many years.
August 20th, 2017
Did you know that sex slavery is off-the-charts in severity nowadays? There are more slaves on the planet now than there were at the start of the Civil War. It is an outrage. Here is a poem that is in support of the ideals of Amnesty International, a great human rights organization:
We sit in our armchairs here in the greatest country on Earth, Read More
Yet others in less “civilized” countries are caged and executed,
Some have their cards laid on the table the day of their birth;
Their powerful abusers remain free and are never prosecuted.
August 4th, 2017
The great mind Francis Bacon suggested we “Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand – and melting like a snowflake….”
It is great advice. Particularly telling when I saw a documentary about Robin Williams’ life, the part in the fantastic movie Dead Poet’s Society when he was having his boys look at those old black and white photos of prior students, now long-dead. He taught them about carpe diem, and encouraged them to “seize the day, boys! Make your life extraordinary!”
This blog will show some pictures and some quotes about fulfillment and meaning, regret and sadness, love and loss, seizing the day and remembering the past. I am thinking about my friend J.J., who was lost to alcohol, and my grandma Esther, with whom I was pretty close, and my dad’s friend Gil Haimson, who was like an uncle to me until I lost him in 2017, and my precious boy Atlas, whom my wife and I loved very much and nicknamed “Dinky”. You can see why 🙂 Read More
July 11th, 2017
My single years were not a bowl of cherries. Here is an example:
Despite her refusal to look in my eyes, Read More
I approached her smiling nevertheless.
It started well, began quite optimistically.
But my face was slapped, I must confess.
July 8th, 2017
Here is a snippet from this poem, inspired by the movie Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri:
A proof insoluble; Read More
A reckoning of an account for goods long-sold;
A primal impulse;
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
July 5th, 2017
This poem, “Time I Wrote a New Book,” is a lamentation of the marked social anxiety, personal insecurity, and self-doubt that plagued me when I was in my 20s. Here is a snippet:
At times I am caged, as the man institutionalized; Read More
It feels like what has been described to me as apathy;
There is a tightness, like Gore’s “yearning to be free”
It is as though some insecurity has a firm grip on me.
July 3rd, 2017
A paen about positive values and the challenges of modern life. Here is a stanza:
The information age is surging ever-forward. Read More
Synthesized interaction, digitally-enhanced,
Virtual reality, simulated ecstasy, imagination.
As though we’re collectively in a trance.
June 17th, 2017
This is a poem about love forlorn, home, and intimacy. It is somber and melancholy. It ends with the following lines:
Someday I might find a woman with whom I click, Read More
But the chances, and the waiting, are making me sick.
June 15th, 2017
My search for romantic love has seen some frustrating years, when fulfillment and joy seemed out of reach. Here is a stanza that characterizes this poem about belonging and meaning:
I will, at the current rate, Read More
Die a lonely and heartbroken fellow.
Though I have won accolades,
My golden trophies are more like yellow.