Showing posts with label Sweden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sweden. Show all posts
Thursday, July 18, 2019
Meeting folks
I met these folks from the television show Pitbulls And Parolees a while back. Good people doing good things.
Saturday, March 2, 2019
Joan Jett's Guitar
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Saturday, March 31, 2018
Harry Crews Biography
A short time ago I was
informed I’m in the new Harry Crews biography Blood, Bone And Marrow by Ted
Geltner. I ordered a copy and when it arrived, I opened it to see my name in
the index. With a smile, I turned the pages and saw my time spent interviewing
Harry typed within. This book is well put together and is a wonderful read.
It’s definitely worth the buy. Pick up a copy today and enjoy the life and
times of one of the greatest writers of our time!
Harry Crews biography Blood, Bone And Marrow by Ted Geltner
Harry Crews biography Blood, Bone And Marrow by Ted Geltner
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Monday, July 10, 2017
Shieldmaiden
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Monday, April 10, 2017
Bars
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Monday, April 3, 2017
The Man Without A Nose
A man
Came into work
The other day
Who had
No Nose
Just a big gaping hole
Where it once was!
It was hollow
To look into
Empty to gaze upon
A moon crater
A Grand Canyon
Scaled down to size
My coworker
Was totally freaked out
By the sight of this
The man told us
He had cancer
And
The doctors had
Cut away half his face
A facelift
Of
Lifesaving slices!
He said
He now
Was going through
Radiation treatments
Chemotherapy
The thought
Came to me
As it does every time
I run across
Yet
Another example
Of
Modern medicine
Who needs horror stories
When we have examples
Of
Saving lives like this?
Doctors keeping people alive
With half of their face
Missing
Is not some amazing feat!
What’s amazing
Is the folks that have
Not had their bodies
Cut on
And
Are not taking
Radiation baths
Believing somehow
The ones who are
Are better off than
Surrendering to death!
Yes
Cancer is the gnashing teeth
Of
Humanity
Yet
People tremble
At the thought of death!
With all of the steadfast
beliefs
Of
Better tomorrows
On the other side
Or
Coming back
As something else
To live again
People are still willing to
boil
Themselves down
With nuclear exposure
To not go on
To the next world!
Reality is strange
Sometimes
And
Is bursting at the seams
With an undeniable truth
When self-preservation
Is involved
From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave
Saturday, April 1, 2017
On My Watch
What is truly important
In this life?
We all
Should ask ourselves
This question
Each day
Yet
It seems for most of us
This question
Is seldom asked
And
Sometimes
Not asked at all!
For all of us
Our moments
Our opportunities
To do
What we really want
To do
Be who we really want
To be
Are running out!
Yes
Time ticks fast
Weather you waste it
Or
Not!
I see it
Day after day
In the faces
Of
People I encounter
Who have grown old
And
Impatient!
They become
Angry at the casher
Because they had to
Wait two minutes longer
Than they believed
They needed to!
I can only think
By
Their behavior
They know
The end is near
And
They have most likely
Wasted their time
In this world!
They have not done
The things they really
Wanted to do
In this life!
They have not taken
A chance on a dream!
At some point
They should have asked
Themselves
What was truly important
To them?
I see it in the rich too
All the money in the world
And
Never truly happy!
Money means little
In the end!
I’ve done
Countless labor jobs
The owners come out
To inspect the progress
It’s almost
Always the same
Wedding rings
Turned upside-down
On their finger
Afraid to showoff
Their sparkling diamond
To
The dirty laborer
Me!
I can only think
All that wealth
Has done nothing
But
Buy you fear of your
Fellow human being!
They want so badly
To be remembered as a pillar
In the community
Not realizing they are
Remembered more
By the people
They walked on
To become wealthy
The people that sold
Their best years to them
For minimum wage
Used up their bodies
To put food on
Their family’s table
All while the Pharaoh
Counts his gold!
From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave
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