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Who Are You? Who Am I?
WHAT ARE YOU? WHO AM I?
Man I just sit and think of how many people made fun of me for writing poetry, or were envious that I strung words together. Other times my heart sings from the silence of the water or giving away something that makes it worth something to me, only me. The whole world is a matter of perspective. What does it matter if Joe thinks you are a dummy or Suzie thinks you’re boring? What matters is inside each and every one of us, it’s called our soul live with it deny it, that doesn’t matter at least from my point of view. But then, who am I to say? All I do is string words together, have a good one.
CARRY YOUR TITLE
Labeled for jobs or positions had
Lauded for good, libeled for bad
Branded for happy from those who are sad
Deep down inside you carry your title
Go on your own or work for the man
Beat your own drum or march with the band
Try hard for folks: do least that you can
From the heart’s where you carry your title
Come into this world with naught but your word
Envied: made fun of: from deeds done or heard
Burdened by life or mind free as a bird
In the end’s where you carry your title
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I am writing number two in my series of marital discord blogs and poems.
Marital disharmony came to mind as I walked up the drive the other night.
Big game today, or every day for us patriots.
A short 55 years have passed since last I shot myself, seems like only yesterday.
I’ve always been a dog man, oh don’t get me wrong, cats are ok but they just aren’t loyal like a dog, so we had dogs.
A man in church with my wife listened to the sermon and remarked how he guessed we are all “second string angels.”
I’m full up on taking crap and keeping my mouth shut.
My fanciful love story, don’t you love this this time of year!
For some reason, I started thinking about a chicken in the hen-house.
My mind works in devious fashion sometimes, and this one came out at my wife’s request.