A Bit Of Poetry

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  1. Bill Boggs

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    I suppose I'd like to think I have a poetic bent or gene or on occasion find myself
    somewhat poetic. But it ain't so and it's not going to happen. But I do enjoy a good
    poem when I hear one yet I hear so few good ones. It is a fact there is nothing
    about me nor anything I do that would suggest anyone knowing me would dare say
    or suggest, "there goes a poet except for...," and here one might insert anything that
    points to the fact I am void of any talent in that direction. Truth being I have turned
    round and round many times, at one time or another, have looked in all directions,
    looking for something I could do that was satisfying, made me feel good and worth
    while. I used to be a wannabe in a number in many areas along life's journey, poetic,
    a good gift of gab, musically inclined, a writer of sorts so I could say what I wanted
    and could be understood for what I was trying to say. But I have out lived all that.
    I'll never be anyone important, never demonstrate any creative ability except to say,
    finally I am satisfied with who and what I have turned out to be. No longer a seeker.
    I am satisfied that I can read. I'm glad I can hear and enjoy music. I'm not musically
    inclined but I greatly enjoy playing the different harmonicas. I have been playing all
    morning on an Ehco harmonica, which is akin to the tremolo. I'm glad I have a great
    helpmate. Had things been different and had I seized opportunities when they came
    along and didn't, things might have turned out differently. I am what I am. Had I made
    better use of my thirty talents I might have been somebody. As it turned out, no need
    to judge me. One might feel poorly for the girl who married me, and more or less,
    got stuck with me, but now even she seems to share in the satisfaction of growing old
    together. Maybe I was the little train that couldn't but somehow, did. I'm happy to have
    those who would, be my friend, happy to be yours. So, what in the heck did I start out
    to say anyway? Cheers.
     
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  2. Shirley Martin

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    Maybe not a poet, @Bill Boggs but this is certainly some good prose.

    I especially like this line...………… " I am satisfied with who and what I have turned out to be." What more can any man ask?
     
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  3. Bill Boggs

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    I reckon so.
     
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  4. Tom Young

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    John Milton... "On his blindness"

    When I consider how my light is spent,
    Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
    And that one Talent which is death to hide
    Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent
    To serve therewith my Maker, and present
    My true account, lest he returning chide;
    “Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
    I fondly ask. But patience, to prevent
    That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
    Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
    Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
    Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
    And post o’er Land and Ocean without rest:
    They also serve who only stand and wait.”
    ...............................................................................................................................
    My college senior lit class 61 years ago.. Has been the heart of my life's philosophy.
     
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    OMG... got me started...
    My Bowdoin fraternity (1954-1958) all male, but date target for any ladies from Swathmore, Skidmore and the best all female schools in the country.
    New dates were subjected to loving hazing as of their first fraternity party, with this song, sung by all 50 members to the new inductee.

    Now, you so ugly,
    Oh so ugly,
    You some ugly chile.
    The clothes that you wear are out of style,
    You look like an ape every time you try to smile,
    Your teeth are yella,
    Who's your fella
    You some ugly chile.

    Even my dear jeanie was subjected to this, and she remembers it to this day.
     
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