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‘Bout Damn Time

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War Week

War week picture

War Week

Trumpets sound in
the form of honking
horns
we’re all just rushed
to leave where we
are
in hopes of finally
arriving in some
place
we’d actually like
to be.

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It’s short. It’s sweet. It’s Friday, folks. Hopefully you’re making it the end of your own war week and you’ve got some much needed leave time commin’ on this weekend. Round here we’re just getting some more writing scraped together for the next week’s rounds and doing a bit of upkeep on some personal writing. Also, if you take a look at the menu bar above, you’ll see that I added a poetry collaboration link as I’m looking to get started working with some of you. Figured I’ve been hanging around here long enough and lingering on posts so it’s time to get a chance to work with some of ya.  If you’re intrested, please feel free to check out the page here: COLLABORATIONS

Well, as always, I hope that your weekend is long, your drinks are cold, and Monday finds you roaring and ready to go. Have a drink for me tonight, folks, because we all deserve one after making it through another week!

To All My Angels

To All My Angels

To All My Angels

You weren’t wearing wings
but jeans
t-shirts and smiles that
brought me back down
right where I
needed to
be
the most.
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It’s short. It’s sweet. It’s Friday, folks. Welcome to the weekend and congrats for making it here.  Hope you enjoyed my little ode to all those who have made your life a little better, even though they’re not wearing any snazzy sparkling rings or wings. I’ve found that most of the people that will do great good in your life are plain ordinary or, hell, even a little out there looking. All part of that ‘it’s what is on the inside that counts’ spiel.

Well, here’s to hoping that your weekend is long, your drinks are cold, and that Monday finds you roaring and ready to go at it again. I’ll see you there.

 

((Special thanks goes to Saiuri for the snazzy image up there))

Alone With Everybody by Charles Bukowski

Alone With Everybody

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there’s no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

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Well, it’s Friday, folks. Thought I’d post one of my favorite poems in leu of one of my own today. Absolutely love this one by Charles Bukowski, and a lot of his other works as well!

 

Here’s to hoping that your weekend’s long and your drinks are cold!

Rally the Brethren of the Bloggers

statue of man on horse leading charge

Rally the Brethren of the Bloggers

If pens are
mightier than swords
well, we’ve got keys that
clack louder than any
army can scream and with
our shared words we’ll wash
this world clean from screen
to shining
screen.

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It’s short, it’s sweet, and it’s Friday, folks! Welcome to the end of the week and I hope you’ve made it unscathed or at least in need of only some slight repair. Was thinking of you today last night when I typed this little diddy down. Thought of all the words and the comments shared between people like me and you and, well, it’s damn impressive what we can do when we put our mutual minds together, isn’t it?

Here’s to hoping that your weekend is long, your drinks are cold and that Monday, when it rears its ugly head, finds you roaring and ready to go. Have a drink on me, folks, and have a good weekend.

Orders Recieved

Outline of soldiers marching

Orders Received

Onwards my awkward soldiers
Keep on marching right on forwards
Towards that fabled light

And, sure, we’ve got a fight before us but
It’s nothing that cannot be made victorious
With some help from our laborious
Wandering little minds

So take the time and we’ll plot a course
Infiltrate the establishment and take by force
That which we will use to enforce
Our specific breed
Of life

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Welcome to the end of the week, Folks! Hope you’ve got some time to sit down and just enjoy life this weekend. The poem above is just a fun lil’ one that I hope you enjoy, sort of a battle cry for those who are trying to carve out their own piece of the world in order to get a little peace of mind.

Well, here’s to hoping that your weekend is long, your drinks are cold, and that Monday finds you roaring and ready to go.

Dreams

dreams post

Dreams

Fighting to focus in
failing shadows
pretending not to hear
the alarm going off
I’m grieving distant
misty memories
dreams that led me
where my day will not.
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It’s short, it’s sweet- It’s Friday, folks! Hope you are looking towards some time off this weekend. Still, that last morning on Friday can leave you lingering and wanting more, just as mine did today. As it is highly unlikely that I will be running through the streets of London with Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson either today or anytime in the near future, I am left wanting for those nighttime cavalcades that our brain can concoct.

On a completely different note that does make me more fond of reality, I want to thank each and everyone of you for helping me reach my goal of 3,000 people by this weekend! It means so much to me to see that number, and I have already been tinkering with a poem that lingered around in my head and heart for everyone, which I will be posting on Monday with possibly some meta posts here during the weekend. Though it will be a little better expressed in the post, thank you so much for the follow and for, as per tradition, the gigantic cupcake that I will be enjoying in your honor.

Here’s to hoping that your weekend is long, your drinks are cold, and that Monday finds you ready for another round!

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The lines on my face are
growing deeper by the dozen,
and the color of my hair has
finally soaked up all the snows
that I have seen,

and the mirrors there but I
have no cares for the faces
that I’ve been, and I’m only
interested in the one that
the world is gonna see,

because the years can mare me,
make and take the youth that
I have known, I haven’t yet
begun to fight and this Earth
has yet to be shown just who
I truly am and where I’m going
to be.

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Happy Friday, folks. We made it, didn’t we? Hopefully this weekend last long and, if you’ve got a bit of lag before you get there, that this poem and the song I posted below helps you get through it.

The Bar Tender

drink with backlight red lights

The Bar Tender

He’s waiting, watching with a smile,
Cleaning counters with one hand and
Thoughts going a minute per mile
On what the evening’s gonna bring

He’s seen it all, and he’s kept them
Running, happily filled and staunched
When they were getting a little too
Detracted or short on their money

A dying breed, he’s turned out alright
One part philosopher, and the other part
A person who knows how to
have a good time,

He’s a philanthropist tending,
mending moods, and cultivating dreams,
keeping the conversation flowing,
right alongside those tantalizing drinks.
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It’s simple. It’s sweet. It’s Friday, folks. Welcome to the weekend! I hope you enjoy this diddy about that awesome but dying breed of bartenders; it’s those people who really are there to take care of you, keep the conversation flowing, and keep the drinks on comming. So, in short, this is an ode to the people I think the world could do with a few more of.

Here’s to hoping that your weekend is long, your drinks stiff, and your company worth keeping.

Infinitesimals

man and his dog

Infinitesimals

It’s all those small things
you’ll never notice,
those courtesies commonly used,
it’s the ‘hello, how are ya’s,
and all those ‘how do you do’s,

it’s the smiles freely given
and the late evening nods
of the head, and all those
strangers simply passing,
extending themselves without
words ever said,

compliments without conditions,
and wishes without desires,
it’s all the things we’d
never count that help us
pass the miles.
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Happy Friday, folks. It’s finally here and I’m sure we’re all ready for it. Hope you enjoyed the words above and, even more so, I hope you have enough of those small little things to make your day just fly by. I swear it’s the kind compliments and the small smiles that keep me going around here, and it’s nice to stop once in a while and appreciate them.

Here’s to hoping your weekend is long, your drinks are cold, and you come out fightin’ on Monday.

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