“You will never reach your destination if you stop and throw stones at every dog that barks.”
— Winston Churchill
Or, in the modern parlance, “Haters gonna hate.”
Here is my fifth and final entry for the 5-Day Poetry Challenge! It’s brief. But, hey — “hens staring upward” was a pretty long one!!
“Borderline Poem,” by Eric Robert Nolan
Am I doing things
only half-assed
if I’m only a borderline
sociopath?
(c) Eric Robert Nolan
“It Is The Soldier,” by Charles M. Province
“It is the Soldier, not the minister
Who has given us freedom of religion.
It is the Soldier, not the reporter
Who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the Soldier, not the poet
Who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the Soldier, not the campus organizer
Who has given us freedom to protest.
It is the Soldier, not the lawyer
Who has given us the right to a fair trial.
It is the Soldier, not the politician
Who has given us the right to vote.
It is the Soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag,
Who allows the protester to burn the flag.”
Photo credit: “US Marine charges through Japanese machine gun fire on Okinawa” by Edits by User:W.wolny – – National Park Service – (National Archives, 41607-FMC). Licensed under Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.
This was posted as a joke by Reg Davey, Editor-in-Chief at Dagda Publishing.
I’ve often been told that I have a strange sense of humor, but I find this bizarrely, brilliantly funny somehow, so I’m running it here.
“Arrived At Crime Scene,” by Reg Davey
There has simply been way too much pathos of late among the blogosphere’s poets. In the past few days, our own little online circle has labored to describe houses full of empty picture frames (Dennis Villelmi), nightmare airports (me), sick children (Anna Martin), and even Old Yeller (SAZL).
It’s summer. Let’s lighten the mood. “Bumblebee” was first published by Every Day Poets in September 2013.
It’s a poem about a bee. No, the bee is not a metaphor for childhood guilt or lost loves, and, no, it does not attack the narrator like one of Cthulhu’s minions. (I’m not always such a surly duck.)
Anyone who catches the Kevin Smith reference in this blog post will be made an honorary correspondent. And that’s a coveted distinction. Just ask Len Ornstein about his newfound fame and renown.
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“Bumblebee,” by Eric Robert Nolan
Bumbling along a bit close to me
Is busy Mister Bumblebee
He inventories dandelions
With prodding, plush black legs.
I inventory carcinogens
With unfiltered cigarettes,
My legs, in bluejeans, lazily
Crossed in the grass.
He buzzes, I puff.
A mute truce transpires
I won’t stomp if he won’t sting.
Just two fellas
Mindin’ their own business.
© Eric Robert Nolan 2013
Photo credit: “Bee In a Dandelion,” Busangane, own work, via Wikimedia Commons.
Season 6 of “The X Files” is probably the best season of the series, in my honest opinion. It deserves a perfect 10.
The mythology episodes (and their conclusion in the “Two Fathers/One Son” story arc) are the best ever – a perfect blend of science fiction, horror, mystery, suspense and spy thrillers. It’s fantastic the way Chris Carter gave us convincing special effects for a 1990’s tv show.
Standalone episodes were also at their best, with gems like “Drive,” “Milagro,” Arcadia” and “Monday.”
The only failure was the truly horrible episode, “How the Ghosts Stole Christmas.” It was truly as stupid as it sounds. It just can’t drag down the otherwise amazing season, though.