Everyday Fears: Having Nothing Interesting to Say

And now the blogger’s terror:
To have nothing left to say
That anyone would want to read,
Or ought to, anyway

Or fear you might have passed that point
A dozen posts ago:
For boring people always seem
To be the last
To know

[Note – for those who don’t recognize such things, the silver-black item on the left of the photo is what was once called a “landline” telephone. – Owen]

Everyday Fears: Giving An Opponent Any Credit

To be fair, many really have no fear

Of ever doing this, for they make sure

To point out their opponent’s always wrong;

All their opinions, just so much manure


But sometimes, maybe, there’s a sneaking fear

That our opponents, by some random law,

Just might right about some little thing:

We dwell on this a moment, then say


Everyday Fears: Boredom and Loneliness

To avoid these things:

We’ll drink too much

We’ll date the wrong people
We’ll marry the wrong people
Have kids with the wrong people

Stay way too long where we’re not wanted
Stay too long with people we don’t want to be with

Take risks to our jobs
Our health
Our relationships
Our honor

Everywhere I look
The twin fears
Of boredom
And loneliness
Dominate our actions

And yet

To hear activists talk
It’s all greed

To hear moralists talk
It’s all lust

But these two fears
Of boredom and loneliness
Account for more otherwise unaccountable things
Than all the greed and lust in the world

Everyday Fears

I’ve never seen a vampire,
A zombie or a ghost;
I have no fears of them, although,
I have more fears than most

To make this Halloween, therefore,
Stand out from other years:
I thought I’d catalog, instead,
Our normal, daily fears

The things that cause us angst, and make us doubt:
For fear is what this day is all about…

Everyday Fears: Making the First Move

She wishes he would do it,
But he hasn’t. So now what?
If she waits too long,
Then some other girl

Will beat her to him. So,
She has to try to pluck it up:
And make the first move.
Her heart’s in a whirl

Because she’s never been the type
To do this sort of thing:
She has some friends
Who do it every day —

She dies a little every time
Another chance is missed:
She’s not sure how to,
She’s not made
That way