Now that my wife and I have settled into our new digs, I will be returning to blogging. Not sure how reliably, but a few comments have been very encouraging, so will move along. We are now living in a CCRC, Brookhaven, still in Lexington, MA. We lucked out and got a great apartment. The move and down-sizing were quite traumatic, but things have quieted down and we are very happy in our vey new, different life style. Once I have gotten used to the long line of walkers outside of the dining room, life has come back to a… Read More
Continue ReadingCovid Finally Caught Up To Me
All recovered, but was inspired to write another poem. An Ode to Covid John Ehrenfeld January, 2023 I’m now about seven days infected. Which variant has me I do not know. I cannot say; it came unsuspected Though for weeks I’ve waited for it to show. For three years, Covid has honored my age. It has kept itself very far away, While my immunity erected a cage That has kept the worst of its scourge at bay. The virus finally slipped through my screen And took hold of some vulnerable cell. Hungering for a most desirable gene, Its spikes penetrated… Read More
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I can’t escape, but can reflect. Election Day Fears (A Villanelle) The evening news is full of doom and gloom. Our country may be coming to an end. Each founding father bestirs in his tomb. It doesn’t help to sit around and fume And get disturbed by the latest trend. The evening news is full of doom and gloom. My rising angst pervades the living room As I think what does that report portend? Each founding father bestirs in his tomb. A new forecast shows up. My spirits bloom, But I need be careful and not pretend. The evening news… Read More
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For those who come looking for something new, I apologize for the long absence. I have been working on some new stuff and have been buried in the process. But just to make sure you now I am still up and about, here is a poem that I recently wrote. As it tells, I am in a pretty down mood about the state of the world. Love to have your comments. No Tears Left As I walked, I saw a tree cry. A maple waking up, I thought. No, it was a great oak’s sadness. I passed by a rock,… Read More
Continue ReadingThe Country Sleeps (More Poetry)
The Country Sleeps The last election now is in the past, And the right guy won to my great relief. The very last vote was legally cast. We have a worthy Commander-in-Chief. But the stench of the Big Lie lingers still; Truth hasn’t returned from its vacation. Although the results should produce a thrill, It’s much too soon to express elation. The cancer of MAGA waits, hidden deep In the heart of the body politic. Democracy is dulled and half asleep, Doped by electoral arithmetic. Will it awake soon? The jury’s still out. Unfortunately, there’s a lot of doubt.
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I am finding poetry much better at depicting the craziness of these times. I would love your comments. Bang Bang You’re Dead There’s a gaping hole in America’s heart. The bullets of racism have torn it apart. Shots from aimless guns—a profanity— Are blindly killing dreams and humanity. Anger and intolerance expose the lies Of our mythic exceptionalism. Better cries That we are all too human—selfish, corrupt. Our President is at center stage, acting out Our nation’s unwritten play, telling us who We really are. It’s not me, I say, I care, But if I really cared and lived it,… Read More
Continue ReadingRead This Aloud
I know I am in the same boat with many of you. It helped me to find expression in poetry. You can fill the word in ****. Pissing in the Wind John Ehrenfeld That is how I feel today; The angst just won’t go away. This political season Defies all rhyme or reason. Can the country’s center hold Against a party so bold And completely corrupted, When a death interrupted A most fraught situation, That threatens our dear Nation And shows the venality And crooked mentality Of the Senate majority Serving a minority Of the whole population? It has led… Read More
Continue ReadingA Flickering Candle
Poetry seems more appropriate than prose these days. A Flickering Candle Politics has replaced reality; Politicians live in another world. Their talk is the height of banality; The proud banner of truth tightly furled. There is something rotten in the Senate Because its leader demands obeisance. His lackeys need to be given the gate Or, even better, charged with malfeasance. What’s the point of demanding such power When their false promises never come true And all their vile schemes can naught but turn sour. There has to be something that we can do. The people, said the Founders, have the… Read More
Continue ReadingSuccess in Getting a Poem Published
I got a notice last week that a poem I had submitted to an on-line magazine would appear in the latest issue. Here is a link to The BeZine current issue and one directly to my poem.
Continue ReadingThoughts for the New Decade
As I wrote last year, I will be posting my poems occasionally. Two Cheers for 2020 The New Year is off with a thud. Forest fires hit the daily news. Oceans poisoned with plastic crud. Our Patriots are doomed to lose. The Pres. is tempting fate and more By launching drones in foreign lands. He’s stirring up the winds of war. The future rests in parlous hands. Our governance system is broke. Enriching few through lies and stealth. Hardly the way the founders spoke; They served the Nation’s commonwealth. —-I think positive, and cross my fingers, —-But my inner… Read More
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