Party Time
When you think you are impressing someone you are usually having
the opposite effect. When you impress someone favorably,
if you ever do, it’s when you are unaware of being watched.
rlkilgore
The music you hear is from songs I have written (which no one wants to sing).
I would appreciate your leaving a comment on what I can do to improve my blog. Thanks
Ron | 
Opinion, Poems, love poetry, nature poetry, personal poetry, poetry about age | 
July 10, 2010 @ 10:39 pm| 
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Beauty came in the guise of innocence
And wrapped her arms around our youthful days
Until the lust we recognized as love
Sang its final song and departed.
I remember it well.
The grass was smooth and soft under our feet
And the days were long enough that nights had only
Time enough to cool, and cover our passions.
And love came easily, as apples in a laden orchard,
Easily plucked and delicious but now indistinguishable
As birds flying in flock, flitting and sweeping,
So all blend together and become the whole.
Yet we remain, you and I. Perhaps
The language of an unknown tongue can answer why,
Or the sustained vibrato of a violin,
Or, perhaps, the silence of a falling snow.
rlkilgore
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Inconvenient downpour interrupts
Play of the little fellow sitting
On the floor, pouting because
The swing outside hangs slack.
He sees through eyes of the moment,
Not knowing somewhere sits
Another boy whose father works
In the store where the handy man
Buys groceries with money
He earns mowing our lawn
Nourished by the rain.
rlkilgore
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Ron | Poems, death, immortality, personal comment, poetry about age | June 25, 2010 @ 8:32 am| No Comments »
Capricious winds
Present their face,
Swirl, then leave
Without a trace.
Winds and clouds
On whimsy pass
As precious days
Ordained may last.
Unknown fates
Their lives compose,
Just fleeting moments
To strut and pose.
Only memories
Remain to hold
The legacy
To be told.
One generation,
At most two,
Remembers clouds
And winds that blew.
rlkilgore
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Ron | Opinion, Poems, death, immortality, nature poetry, personal comment, poetry about age | June 21, 2010 @ 7:34 pm| No Comments »
Born naked and bleak in a cold north wind
To plunder gold from Autumn’s attire,
Winter comes with a skeleton-toothed grin
And icy minions on a ruthless hand.
Each Season finds itself, in order,
Victim of immutable fate,
But life struggles desperately to grasp,
Over nature’s will, another breath.
So Autumn leaps on back the wind
Like a rodeo cowboy rides.
Defiant spurs gouge bucking gusts
To wipe away the skeleton’s smirk
And let the interloper know
Leaves will fall when Autumn decides.
rlkilgore
Ron | Poems, death, immortality, nature poetry, personal comment, poetry about age | May 29, 2010 @ 11:03 pm| No Comments »What shadow slides across this earth
So randomly as to engulf
One soul but not another?
What cloud portends a destined storm
To hasten those unworldly throes
For one man but not his brother?
With each dawning, renewed light
Reveals the one, by chance, selected
To feel that day the shadow’s passing.
And with each evening, complacency
grows more tempered by realization
Of time, after all, not everlasting.
Perhaps most fortunate are those
Who never feel the cold or rain
Or hear the thunder - for whom swift lightening,
When it strikes, inflicts no pain.
Ron | Poems, death, happiness, immortality, nature poetry, personal poetry, poetry about age | February 26, 2010 @ 9:56 pm| No Comments »
You, leaf, lying wilted and wasted,
You, blissful child, too soon taken
From a life you never tasted.
What ignoble fate of essence
Unrequested and sorely rewarded,
Clothing your host in springtime’s attire,
Humming in concert to laud the caress
Of summer’s light breath, balmy and warm,
Howling to protest the blustery storm.
But was your voice heard?
Would the same melodious song
Sound just as sweet with one less soul
In a chorus one hundred strong?
Resplendent in your autumn finery,
So ruefully shed. Another will come
In your stead. And to what end?
May Heaven hold a place for you,
My friend.
rlkilgore
Although on Friday Night Live, I don’t believe Al Franken has humor. He has sarcasm and derision which some consider humorous if the comments fit their political views.
The Republicans are not the party of “No”. The party out of power is the party of “No”.
rlkilgore
Vibrant rays of sun rain down,
Splash and cover all around -
Resplendent colors, yellow, green
Of crocuses and mown grass sheen.
Ah! Spring too long delayed beckons,
Calling with promise of warmth’s delight.
Oh, No! Was there ever
Fraud more blatant, deceit less latent
As this haughty Northern Breeze
Denying Winter’s demise
And chasing me back inside
To find my jacket?
rlkilgore
Ron | Opinion, Poems, death, immortality, poetry about age | January 3, 2010 @ 2:02 pm| No Comments »In the span of eternity,
Sixty seconds, sixty years,
Mere specks of no consequence
But for consciousness of those
Who perceive their own demise.
Freedom of religion was envisioned by our forefathers to be the allowance of worship of God as presented in the Bible by whatever means a person wished. When they said “separation of church and state” they wanted to ensure the government did not dictate the manner in which that God was worshipped. However, it is obvious they wanted the inclusion of a “Biblical God” in government by their frequent references to God in the founding documents. Other religions in America and Europe at that time were of such small measure to be of little consequence. I doubt any of those men dreamed of what was to come.
First, the atheists. Atheism is a sort of religion. As in Christianity and Judaism where there is a belief by faith that there is a God, the atheists believe by faith that there is no God. Both beliefs are by faith because neither can be proved. Atheists were not new to our forefathers but the voice they have today, aided by a liberal judicial system, would astound George Washington and his colleagues. The strict interpretation of the separation of church and state being applied to our institutions and lives today will serve to weaken the core “Judeo-Christian” values on which our country was built. References to God are being stricken from our government buildings and public schools, and the traditional institution of marriage between a man and woman is being assaulted (it would be simple enough for gays to have a civil union recognized by law to serve their needs). These changes are being pressed by vocal minorities with special self-interests not in keeping with the welfare of our nation.
However, the main threat to our doctrine (and Law) of freedom of religion is the growing presence of the Islamic religion in the United States (and the world). This is a religion centered around the God of the Koran which has its own laws and dictates. The problem comes when Islamic peoples place their religious laws above those of our government. Their allegiances are to Islam and not America.
Our free society allows Muslims to live in America and some openly express their contempt for us and their desire to destroy our country. We cannot know what is in the mind of one so that brings into question the thoughts of all. These Muslims are protected by our laws now, but how long will the American people allow the protection to continue? Herein lies the coming breech in our venerated Freedom of Religion.
Ron | Poems, immortality, nature poetry, personal poetry, poetry about age | October 20, 2009 @ 10:01 pm| No Comments »We were best of friends, you and I.
Preoccupied, self-absorbed, I failed
To notice your insidious betrayal.
Oh, Sweet Time, what have I
Done to deserve your treachery?
You have stolen from me and
So continue. You took my youth,
And now want my vigor, leaving
Desperate yearnings. You have
Abandoned me adrift on a river
With a precipice approaching
Where I cannot see the edge
But I can hear the roar.
1. A famous philosopher, Immanuel Kant, as an aside said, “Poetry without rhyme is prose gone mad”. I think poetry without rhyme is cheating, taking the easy way out. I cheat more than I would like. Maybe this form of writing should have its own name, something like “Prosery”.
2. The chance of an original thought in writing, one which has not been voiced before, is remote. About the best we can hope to do is phrase it in a different way.
3. I believe rhyme in poetry is like sugar in coffee which leaves a sweetness lingering on the tongue.
4. A poem is the mood and feeling of a moment, not of a life.
5. There is a difference between seeking critical reviews and fishing for compliments. Your writings should be found and appreciated, or not, as the reader is inclined. The other option is that they never be found at all.
6. Writing allows you to discuss with yourself, uninterrupted, matters which are difficult to discuss with others.
rlkilgore
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