they have 'gravitas'
--while we are brooding,
their jokes are 'droll',
-ours, merely funny,
sins of the rich are
'peccadillos',
they have 'net worth'
-while we have no money.
-G.L.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
'Self Absorbed'
l.
You can have the abs you want
-if you'll be...
abstemious
just eat your apple pie sans cheese,
and yes, of course
whipped creamy-less
2.
well now my dues are paid and I'm a regular gym dandy
just twenty minutes jogging earns earns a piece of pie or candy
Yes, truth be told, this exercise is very, very nice
I sweat, and swear and sweat some more, and earn another slice
of lemon pie or pumpkin pie, - maybe a slice of cherry
or chocolate cream or blueberry ( perhaps a glass of sherry!)
eat candy, cake or pie, my friend, I tell you, in conclusion
but do those situps faithfully
...and have your ab solution.
-G.L. :-)
You can have the abs you want
-if you'll be...
abstemious
just eat your apple pie sans cheese,
and yes, of course
whipped creamy-less
2.
well now my dues are paid and I'm a regular gym dandy
just twenty minutes jogging earns earns a piece of pie or candy
Yes, truth be told, this exercise is very, very nice
I sweat, and swear and sweat some more, and earn another slice
of lemon pie or pumpkin pie, - maybe a slice of cherry
or chocolate cream or blueberry ( perhaps a glass of sherry!)
eat candy, cake or pie, my friend, I tell you, in conclusion
but do those situps faithfully
...and have your ab solution.
-G.L. :-)
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
'Insight' (2nd version)
I believe my younger selves still live inside me.
Yes, I know
I am that sagging skin
I am these aching hips,
I am that ravaged face
in the mirror as I stare,
but there are others behind these eyes :
the second-grader, late for school
the sullen teen with greasy hair,
a nervous newlywed,
the proud young dad
on the day you were born,
my collection of selves peers
into that cruel mirror,
wondering
"what the hell are we doing
in this old body?"
I tell you, these 'selves' are still right here!
inside me
waiting to be stirred to wakefulness
by one sweet moment
recollected:
by a glance at that photograph
of us,
a certain scent,
- that song!
-G.L.
Yes, I know
I am that sagging skin
I am these aching hips,
I am that ravaged face
in the mirror as I stare,
but there are others behind these eyes :
the second-grader, late for school
the sullen teen with greasy hair,
a nervous newlywed,
the proud young dad
on the day you were born,
my collection of selves peers
into that cruel mirror,
wondering
"what the hell are we doing
in this old body?"
I tell you, these 'selves' are still right here!
inside me
waiting to be stirred to wakefulness
by one sweet moment
recollected:
by a glance at that photograph
of us,
a certain scent,
- that song!
-G.L.
‘Insight’
I believe our younger selves
still live inside of us.
Yes, I know,
we ARE that sagging skin
we ARE the aching hips,
we ARE that ravaged face
we stared so long at today
but sometimes from these eyes peer out:
a second-grader, a sullen teen,
the newlywed, the proud young dad,
-the one I used to be,
looking into that cruel mirror
and thinking:
"what the hell am I doing
in this old body?"
I tell you, these 'selves' are still right here!
inside me
waiting to be stirred to wakefulness by
a thought,
a photograph,
a scent,
-a song!
- G.L.
still live inside of us.
Yes, I know,
we ARE that sagging skin
we ARE the aching hips,
we ARE that ravaged face
we stared so long at today
but sometimes from these eyes peer out:
a second-grader, a sullen teen,
the newlywed, the proud young dad,
-the one I used to be,
looking into that cruel mirror
and thinking:
"what the hell am I doing
in this old body?"
I tell you, these 'selves' are still right here!
inside me
waiting to be stirred to wakefulness by
a thought,
a photograph,
a scent,
-a song!
- G.L.
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