Breaking Stereotypes: Believers


I belive that I believe – and more: that you do too –
But don’t think we believe the same,
Nor that we’re likely to.

I feel not need nor right to say how you should think or live:
But still observe we all believe
That is our perspective



We’ve had a contest going on here
Nigh on forty years
As who can have the wedding most expensive
And people who the outside world
Might think have modest means
Appear to have a wealth rather extensive

Judging from the accouterments
Their nuptials entail
Their wealthiness is a matter of course
But if a marriage is about
Fooling the outside world
Better to save some for the quick divorce

Why The Big Arguments Never Get Settled

Abandoned railroad

Philosophies of what’s believed
Justify the preconceived
And are not about truth or test
But which group we might like the best

True, logic’s great, sans blemishes
But only works by premises
We argue passion, mind and heart
But always end up where we start

Breaking Stereotypes: Men and Commitment

Sunset on the Beach

I think it is herein worthwhile
To say: I’m a commitmentphile
Commitmentphobes get all the press
Especially, when male

But some of us, I can affirm
Don’t mind committing longer-term
And find in limits, nonetheless
Economies of scale

Inappropriate Poetic Subjects #5 – Sonata Allegro Form

Franz Joseph Haydn

If you want a big production
You tack on an introduction

Before assuming the position
Starting with an exposition

Whether high-class or low-rent
You have to have development

You’ll land in a situation
Without recapitulation

Clean it out with baking soda
Top it off with a short coda

There is my short-worded guide in
First movements by F.J. Haydn

A Brief Encounter

Coke in Car

A woman asked me if I was in pain
I told her that I was, and she was kind
To stop and help a stranger in the street
Someone she’d probably never see again

She walked me to my car and I got in
I thanked her and said I would be okay
I took some pills I kept beside the dash
And watched her as she swiftly walked away

I sat and drank a Coke until I felt
That I could drive again, then home I went
And slumped into my chair, and closed my eyes
The last bit of my energy full spent

And drowsily I heard by wife come in
Although she was my girlfriend in those days
She sat gently beside me, stroked my hair
And looked at me with her sweet, pensive gaze

“Were you down at the park?” She asked. – I was.
How did you know, I asked her, and again –
“My sister said she helped a guy down there
Who sounded just like you – a gentleman.”

It wasn’t much to be a gentle guy
With so much pain throbbing inside my head
But I’m glad that she said that about me
And really, not much nicer could be said