Monthly Archives: December, 2013

Solitude By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it’s mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain


So, there’s been a bit of writers block mixed with a healthy dash of holiday hoopla around here. Due to that, I’m doing the lazy but still enjoyable act of tossing up some of my favorite poems between my own. This one here is absolutely one of my top favorites, first seen in an old Toastmaster’s book that I picked up years ago.  Great premise to the poem, and it’s something I try to constantly remind myself of each and every day.

Hope you are enjoying your holidays with a splash of something strong!

What Doesn’t Kill Me

Quote of A good laugh and a long sleep  are the best cures for anything

What Doesn’t Kill me

What doesn’t kill me
only makes me
what hell comes next
what war to
the labors of my soul?

Sure, I’ll never falter
under ardor or
steps once weary only
grow fiercer
the weight this world brings.

Still, I’d be lying if I
said I wasn’t tired
if I didn’t admit I seek
my own style of
where I can do what I damn well please.


Congrats to making it to the middle of the week, folks. I’m just lazily throwing up a nice little crude poem today that’s about how I know I will continue to make it through anything life throws at me, but I sure which it’s arm would give tired and it would give it a break. Would be nice, yeah?  Either way, hope you enjoy that little guy that came out of my notes from a few days ago. I thought he was worth throwing out there.

Well, here’s to hoping your work day is short, your mind at ease and that there’s something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

When Life Gives You Lemons…You’ve Got To Learn To Enjoy Lemon Juice

If life gives you lemons

If Life Gives You Lemons…

Life’s gone and just
worked me over
left me a skeleton with
thick skin and a grown
sober addiction to
my wounded pride

Refusing to be seasoned
with pain and left bitter
I grin fiercely and laugh
through the winter
enjoying the cold and
making the best I can
out of my accursed
little life

Sure it leaves me scarred but
light hearted and less
given to the mundane I’ve
been handed a pardon where
I can be less inclined
towards living blind and
doing those things that
I’ve never really wanted
to do.


Well, folks, not only is it Monday but I’ve made it back alive from finals week and out of the rather turbulent time the last few months has brought me. I thought I’d start my little return back with a fitting poem to commemorate the journey. No matter what happens ( as what something always seems to happen) I do my best to rebound from it without letting it turn me bitter. And it will try, as I’m sure you’ve found out by now. Still there’s something to be taken out of it all; those tough things seem to help you realize the more important things in life and that helps you get away from all the rather useless distractions that the normal, easy life brings.

Not wanting to waste your time, I hope your Monday turns out alright (as I know that is the best a Monday can ever bring) and that you find you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you come home tonight.

Finals Week

Hand reaching through paperwork

Finals Week

I’m gnawing paper
into bits
blowing ink bubbles
typing obscure phrases
just to fit
within a certain count

and my will is tapped
a well run dry
my mind’s a mess and
I contentiously
wonder why
I ever foolishly agreed
to pursue the ever
elusive degree


Hey there, folks. This crude little poem is one I whipped up last night when I realized I’d run out of time for working on any of my other poems I had planned. That being said, I’m down to the final two weeks of my semester, so my posts are going to be bit off. My apologizes, but ten page papers and tests that make up nearly half of my course grade await.

Hope you can pass this along to anyone else who has the end of semester stress, and I also hope that your day flies by and that you come home with something cold and on the rocks to look forwards to tonight.

Do What You Love, Not What You Must


Do What You Love, Not What You Must

I want nothing to
do with you
and yet
you keep coming
right on back
wearing obligation
and regrets as
your shoulder devils
doing their
sworn diligence

And we dance like
old enemies
back to back with
twisted necks
legs twined deep
in each others
shackled by this
mutual respect
that neither of us wishes
to possess

You swing low
to make me sway
teasing of that day
you’ll promise
never to bother me again
but I know
this game is rigged
and it’ll only
ever end when I
that brittle little
oppressive soul
and use your sadistic
for my own.


Well, it’s Monday again, folks. I apologize about that unfortunate mishap.  That poem up there was dedicated to these sort of events. Ones where you’re stuck in some sadistic tango always twisted and torn between paying the bills and following your heart’s content.  It’s annoying reality that if you aren’t doing what you love then you are just dancing to someone else’s tune.

Currently stuck in that myself and, well, just wanted to put a little ‘I feel ya’ out there. It’s also got a little reminder there on the end that, when you finally do find the means and the power to do exactly what you want to do in life, you can tear a page out of mediocrity’s own book and learn to hold on and not let go.

Here’s to hoping that your day flies by, the boss leaves you alone, and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you at home!

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