Archive | May, 2020

I’m returning to Greenwich Village, New York to be a singer….listen for me on the radio

11 May

I wanted to be a beatnik

missed that

then thought I’d be a hippie

I flew to Greenwich Village

with a guitar and

duffle bag filled with belongings

rented a cheap hotel room

met poets and wannabe singers

who later became household names

with books published and

record deals



I was too insecure

to read my poetry

or sing my songs

maybe it was

never meant to be



I’m returning to

Greenwich  village


I’m feeling more confident

it’s time to try again

this time I’ll take my guitar

and sing my songs

and read my poetry


I still remember how to play

the guitar chords

C, F and G7.

those chords work for

most songs


be sure to

listen for me on

satellite radio!

dealing with stress

11 May

music may help

calling a friend you enjoy

may help


how about watching

something on you tube

like favorite singers


or interviews with favorite

singers on you tube

i do that a lot


i hope these ideas



that’s what

i do


hi, i’m glad you stopped by to visit

11 May

i’m getting back to writing

i will forget writing perfect poems

instead I will write what’s on

my mind


this used to be called

stream of consciousness


just letting the mind and words

flow and flow and flow



i’m feeling the blues


i think we all do

depending on if we are alone

and don’t have anything

or anyone to look forward to



i don’t edit

my words and poems

they are pretty raw


it costs money

to pay someone to edit

and i’m not there yet


i wish you a good day

i’ll be leaving more poems

hopefully every day


some days

i hope to share more of myself

and my plans for the future

and my life



poets sometimes die too soon

10 May

i am thinking of poets

i once knew

it’s sad



rod mckuen

donald hall

peter mcwilliams

and others

didn’t live forever


as a poet


the question becomes

what’s the use

in writing  more poems

getting another book




after all

no one will remember my

name after i’m gone

donald hall (poet)

mentioned that in a book



but i remember Donald

and ordered 2 poetry books tonight —


& “the painted bed”

both written about his

wife who died years ahead of him.

Don almost made it 90 years.


when we are young

we will never die

we all cross a line

as time passes

where we sonder

how soon we will die

and how should we spend

today and tomorrow


a reality check

not trying to be

crying the blues



it’s life

just life












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