Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse
I am so happy, safe and content;
a self-made man, I am provident.
Long on my laurels, I’m short in the gains;
where fate shares the fortune, I’ll take all the blame. 139 more words
1 week, 3 days ago
Does your Mother know which things, that you were into?
How could she know, when you’d up and grow?
What names would your friends eventually call you? 142 more words
2 weeks, 4 days ago
Pass away –
on to Oblivion.
So much is for us
And the Great Macho Nation.
Two boys, eighteen,
one some months older; 287 more words
3 weeks ago
And Sixty-Seven ended much different,
and different it was from the decade before.
The Fifties were nifty, but sad and a bore;
the Sixties had plenty of hope held in store. 153 more words
3 weeks, 2 days ago
When I was still a little girl
I’d spin and twirl
A fairy elf
With magical pixie powers
Dream for hours
How I just might… 71 more words
3 weeks, 4 days ago
Wherever I’ve heard
the bird’s mellow tune
in Central Virginia or Stuyvesant Town,
Monet’s Giverny and old Santa Fe,
I’m carried away,
transfigured therefrom, 142 more words
3 weeks, 5 days ago
Now, here is a word
which seems somewhat special,
in the Naming-Of-Things, de rigueur.
Poingiant’s not heard,
nor is it smelled –
the Thing-In-Itself, not the word. 148 more words
1 month ago