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Atheist
What Kind Of Atheist Are You?
You are one of life’s enjoyers, determined to get the most you can out of your brief spell on Earth. What first attracted you to atheism was the prospect of liberation from the Ten Commandments, few of which are compatible with a life of pleasure.
You can see the point of abstract principles, and might sacrifice for a concept, although it would need to be better than sex. You really would lay down your life for a friend. A champagne humanist, you admire George Bernard Shaw for his cheerful agnosticism and pursuit of sensual rewards.
Sometimes you might be tempted to allow your own pleasures to take precedence over your ethics, but you know everyone is striving for that elusive balance between the good and the happy life.
Open another bottle and go forward !
Poet
What Type of Poet Are You?To craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways. To have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery... or intense heartbreak. To naturally be a poet. To split infinitives.
City ... London
You belong in London, but you belong in many cities... Hong Kong, Paris, San Francisco, Tokyo, Rome, Sidney. You fit in almost anywhere. London is diverse and international enough to satisfy your tastes. From curry to Shakespeare, London has it all!
Category Archives: Poetry
Another City Poem
The Women In the Hotel in X’ian (first draft) Gluttony and lust equal BEST SINS EVER! ——Jenna. One night at the hotel in Xi’an are 12 Americans all men And no one else in the city hails from foreign hells … Continue reading
A Blues For Molly
Here is a poem which is posted elsewhere, but never seems to attract attention, so here it is. A Blues for Molly Oh, sing this to Molly, she deserved her sadness today, her grades were a wreck and her Irish … Continue reading
A short one for Jenna, who loves the arthropods…
A Blue-Tailed Dragon Arthropods, Oh My! Damselflys and blue-tailed dragons lift on lacy currents, drift passed sweet flowers, summer colors where hope behind the lens evokes Jenna’s breathy joy!
For my friend the writer, and for everyone else who needs a little encouragement on the dark days.
ON HER BLOG WHEN SHE ASKED PLEASE TELL ME THE THINGS I AM DOING RIGHT I NEED TO HEAR THAT DESPERATELY SO I SAID: hmmm, suppose, that the true heroes of this world are not the flashy super-gender types, or … Continue reading
Writing more lately, surprising even myself, and testing rhymes
Walking in the old ‘Hood. Today i walked in the park just a lark, I strolled past old places remembering faces and dreams — my childish schemes seem petty now, but how deeply then we lived desire longings were fire … Continue reading
A day spent talking and writing
So, here’s a new one, a draft, and a sem-final version, after meeting a woman and falling madly, passionately, and helplessly into her wonderful life… you are so sweet, i can imagine you taste like ice cream and your skin, … Continue reading
Thinking again of the boys of war
Today they brought someone home from Iraq, and his unit mustered at the Veteran’s cemetery here, and I saw them from the window of the train as it went from the Veteran’s hospital toward my home. And I thought of … Continue reading
An older poem
Here is one from a few years ago, about an Okinawa that is no longer the same (everywhere changes). But when I first lived there, fishing boats still slid down the tides, and the rural kids (yes, there were a … Continue reading
Hello and Spring was not early this weathered year.
Every year there is another crisis in the family, and the prairie seems to envelope all in a great horizon of either hope or despair, and sometimes both at once. Here there have been some warm happenings, and a possible … Continue reading
A translation
Here I have tried my shaking hands at a translation, my first that I trust so far. I translated the poem, not the individual words or the Daoist, Buddhist, Confucianist allusions, which do not fit into English poetry. I kept … Continue reading
Spice Poems, First Round
As mentioned below, here are a few little verses concerning spices, which I hope are fun and nicely packaged, with a little poetic license taken, and some allusions to the kitchens included. Please enjoy, and leave any comments you like. … Continue reading
So, I don’t believe in the “prose poem”
But I recently just went off and wrote at breakneck speed about being a lover of words, and below is what i came up with. Perhaps we can make it into a short Edda or a long lament, or perhaps … Continue reading
Poetry, the Rough Stuff 龙诗人 