The
experience of pleasure
coming at
an unexpected time
can only be
described as sublime,
as treasure
without measure
The thrill
of a meal
A great
cable film
A
chocolate-covered
A stunning,
red sunset
Pleasures
anticipated
are not the
same,
limited as
they are
by a mental
frame
How can a
woman
become more
beautiful
with the
passing
of the
years
You did
Perhaps, I
am seeing
what I
want,
the
illusion of love,
the
delusion of age.
The reason
doesn’t matter
Perhaps, I
should wallow
in the
pleasure
of what
life
has brought
me,
lovely you
Can any but the servile
doubt the
heroic decision
by Mike
Pence
to choose
the constitution
over the
worship
of Donald
Trump
In a unique
moment,
to choose
democracy
or
dictatorship,
Mike Pence
picked
America
over Donald
Trump
The
historic decision
of Mike
Pence
was made
possible
by the
gallant police
fighting
off murderous
Trumpsters
(At the
core of this poem
is James
Russell Lowell’s
1845 poem
THE PRESENT CRISIS:
“Once to
every man and nation
comes the
moment to decide
in the
strife of Truth or Falsehood,
for the
good or evil side”
The choice
in 1845 was between Abolition and slavery.)
What do her
expressions
in the
photographs say
In most,
she is smiling
In some,
she is offering
an
inexplicable face
Her happy
countenance
captured in
that moment
renews my
memory
of her
engaging smile
every day
of our lives
Time erases
most images
Photos make
them available
to revive
instances of life
that bring
recurring pleasure
in again
remembering
Into the
sea of ideas,
the old
poet cast
his final
thoughts,
hoping that
a writer
in Africa
or Spain
would grasp
the spark
he sent
forth as inspiration
for a poem
or song
A
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Unasked and
unexpected,
the warning
came from the seer:
“Your love
ends at the horizon”
Dumfounded,
we continued on
Married as
we were,
we wondered
at times
would we
ever reach
that far
horizon
The edge of
the universe
remained
forever distant
as we
struggled through life,
luckily
with lasting love
A
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The
pollution of old age
has melted
my energy,
drained
most of my strength,
muddled my
memory
Inevitable
decline
was delayed
by exercise,
by using
the brain
But nothing
prevailed
The dimming
of my life
means I now
must exist
in a
constricted world
as happily
as I can
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CONNOLLY in the PARIS COMMUNE, on
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