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 seek 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.
We were best of friends, you and I.
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.
Tall and slender,
In white pants
Sprinkled with sequins
That sparkled without gaudiness,
And a top to match,
She moved with her partner
To the parquet
In front of the band.
Black, cropped hair
Accentuated the white ensemble,
She passed under the arm
Of her partner.
Then swayed in time
With the rhythm.
The music began pounding, pulsing
And she danced -
Oh, how she danced!
No spotlight was needed
For she radiated.
Others served merely as bit players,
Supporting cast for the diva.
Her back upright and straight,
A music box ballerina,
Chin up-tilted in
Aloofness and confidence,
Lower back arched
To emphasize buttocks,
An arm freed
Of her partner stretched
In graceful extension,
To extended fingers,
Held in place a moment
For our appreciation,
In sweeping movement
To flow into continuous motion
Of turns and postures,
Performed by her svelte figure
With hips and legs and arms and shoulders -
Harmonized beauty -
This Lady in White.
We knew, in comparison, we would appear
As plowboys plodding with bare feet
So we sat, intimidated.
1. A bad read cannot be overcome with a good putt. Only a bad putt can overcome a bad read.
2. Most golfers think they are a good putter having a bad day. How many times do you hear someone say, “I can’t make anything today!”? The fact is they couldn’t make anything yesterday or the day before or last year.
3. When a good shot occurs for us we think it is well deserved good fortune.
When it occurs for our opponent we think it is blind dumb luck.
4. Giving golf lessons all day must be the equivalent of a psychiatrist’s listening to people’s problems all day.
5. I have never understood, on the first tee, the hypocrisy of wishing your opponent good luck.
6. I don’t understand how someone can derive pleasure from winning with strokes from his handicap. If Carl Lewis gives you enough headstart you can beat him in the 100 meter dash. What does that prove?
7. I have never understood why people say they would “rather be lucky than good”. It’s better to be good with some luck thrown in.
8. How many times have you heard someone say the putts always break toward the mountains, ocean, highway, lake, etc. Putts break the way the ground tilts and the grass grain grows with no other influence (with the possible exception of a strong wind).
9. They say trees are 90% air. So is a screen door.
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