Thursday, April 25, 2019

April 24, 2019 Naitonal Poetry Writing Month

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Could I write a Horatian Ode?
Perhaps with Horatio Alger effort,
Of honesty, hard work, and dedication.
A horde of writers, descending from Horeb
With handfuls of horehound might help.
The words are just beyond the horizon, for me.
Through hormic effort, with hormones balanced
I might gently sail through the Strait of Hormuz,
Around the Horn of Africa, playing my French horn,
While sounding the ship's horn at horned gazelles
Horning in on flocks of hornbills at a watering hole
Inundated by horned vipers.
Instead, however, I sit in Hornell
Watching a hornet buzz around my window sill.
No Horatian Ode today.

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

April 23, 2019 National Poetry Writing Month

My Identity

I am KWH8-T4Z, son of 9VLY-VW8 and LJQM-8QS
Grandson of LZ89-3G7 and LZ89-3Y3, LZBB-1BV and LZB1-M95.
The government called us all 518s or 519s.
We lived in area 208 (and the area is still 208 today).
To reach me you asked for Cedar3-1580.
The mail came to RR3 83201,
My A1c is high, my BP is high, my LDL is low.
My account number and password are …
My recovery code is …
I have five active email addresses.

But alphanumerics are not who I am.

I am a tournament bowling and baseball winner.
I am a championship debater and oral interper.
I am a tabernacle singer and religious believer.
I am a strategic planner and crisis manager.
I am an assessment wizard and accomplished educator.
I am a PowerPoint pro and an early adopter.
I am an anxiety and imposter syndrome fighter.
I am a sexual being stuck in an old man's figure.
I am afraid of Lewy bodies, dentists, and being an airplane flyer.
I am lonely in crowds, and claustrophobia endurer.

I love cats more than dogs.
I love pineapple on pizza, but not chicken.
I love taco salads, but not with rice.
I love student work, but not grading.
I love driving, but not on flatlands.
I love showers, but not swimming.
I love naturist beauty, but not imposters.
I love riding trains, but not sidings.
I love potatoes, but not microwaves.
I love hugs, but not from strangers.

I am a son, a brother, a father, a grandfather, a husband,
I love you.