Poems 2021

Frank Gay PhD

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• Poetry
• Frank William Gay

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• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 08 août 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669840534
• Langue: English

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POEMS 2021
 
I WONDER
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Frank Gay PhD
 
Copyright © 2021 by Frank Gay PhD.
 
Library of Congress Control Number:
2022914496
ISBN:
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978-1-6698-4055-8

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978-1-6698-4053-4
 
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Rev. date: 07/28/2022
 
 
 
 
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Contents
Thoughts on Ruins to Cheer One Up
Rationale
Oh My
I Suppose
The Good Old Days
Missed Again
To Lisa M on Her First Anniversary
Adverse Verse
Woe, Woe
Winter Morning
The Politician’s Vaccine Blues
Limericks
Tossing Off a Poem.
Bah!
A Bird
Time’s Sharp Edges
Mumbles
Days Alone
January 31
Smow
Thoughts on a Snowy Day
How to Write a Poem - When not in the Mood
A Fairy Ring
Easy Travel
Limericks
Do You Remember?
Pas de Deux
On Writing Deathless Poems
Oh Woe
Paranoia’s Here to Stay.
The Future Lurks
Kimo
Stories
Ups and Downs
Return Address
Maybe
A Spell for Old Age
I Wonder
I Wonder What’s in that Old Crock?
Another Dull Day
Tornado Alley Prayer
Musings
The Minotaur
Fact Sheet
My Mood
Mood Adjustment
Those Halcyon Days
To a Friend
Prosperity
Spring Song
Why Poets Run Dry
Ye Gods!
Now You Are Six and Ninety – or Whatever
Sheriff Jake
Let’s Go See …
It’s Time!
Nature’s Art
Joe Bltfsk Strikes Again
Reflections
Thoughts?
Bits
Poems
Lost and Found
Conversation
Memorial Day. 2021
Point – Counterpoint
Why Worry?
Onions
Haiku.
Limericks
A Poet’s Dilemma
Toys
Limericks?
It’s Often Hard
Rhyming
Rules
Keep Busy
Covid 19
Summer Time
Good Luck
Who’s Slothful Now?
Oh Well
Limericks
Ewer Try
Tomorrow
Old Memories
I’m Listening Dear
An Heroic Tale
Summertime
Bird Watching – Graduate Level.
Character Analysis
Silver Foxes
Old Dreams
Nature Study
I Remember
Going Back in Quarantine
Miramare, Trieste
Padmos
View of Toledo by el Greco
Sight-Seeing, Army style
Delphi, 1960
Maturity, Revisited
Nestor’s Palace at Pylos
Crete
Vaccination Blues
Folderol
Problems, Problems
An Old Man’s Lament
Deep Thoughts on a Summer
Mycenae
Please Note
Wisdom? What’s That?
Limericks
Dry Spell
September
Antique. Handle with Care
Lament for Chickens Past.
Leave Brooding for the Hens
A Llama Herder
Limericks
Oh Equinox
Sonnets?
Dusty Yesterdays
Remembering
Omphaloskepsis
Meditation
Carpe Diem
Where Are the Smells of Yesterday?
Clerihew
All Souls Day
Introspection
A Quintet of Quatrains
Fall is Coming Late This Year
Limericks
Fuss, Fuss
Limericks
Old Age and Youth
“My Last Duchess” (Browning, updated)
Let’s Pretend
If Only
A Brazen Mouse
A Fall Lament
Sorry, Mom
Limericks
Memories
A Sermon
The Turning
Maine Winter Day
October Golds
Persona
Observations
The Good Old Days
Limericks
Joy, Joy Joy
A Song
Refrigerator Note
Thoughts on Ruins to Cheer One Up
As mood enhancers, ancient halls
Are not what they’re cracked up to be.
When I recall those jumbled walls,
They simply make me think of me.
 
30 Aug 21
Rationale
Another year, another start on poems – as far as they may go. Last year, I vowed, before the troubles began, to work on being upbeat, avoiding the air of gloom that so easily catches us when things aren’t going the way we would prefer. You would think that a few of us might catch on. Throughout my life, I really can’t recall a year when ‘things’ went the way I wanted them to be for the entire year. If you stop and give it some thought, “THINGS” can’t go the way we want. We humans have an infinite capacity for expanding out wish lists when things go well. We are not bad at doing the same when thins go badly. The ‘genies and fairy godmothers always limit us to three wishes. Remember how well we did with those in the fairy tales?
Oh My
I fear that I have gotten old.
I know I see a lot of signs.
They come at me on varied lines.
Still, to me, I am not sold.
 
How does doubt crept in my mind?
What makes me think that there’s a change?
Could it be my walking range?
What could be so mean, unkind?
 
The thermostat is still the same.
It still commands the same old heat
That used to warm my hands and feet.
Now, I’m cold and they’re to blame.
 
I start a task and get half through
Then start to do another chore,
To make a bed, adjust a door –
Until I small forgotten stew.
 
After lunch I need a rest,
Sit in ease to read a book.
An hour’s gone the next I look.
Taking naps what I do best.
 
You can see why I suspect –
The evidence is pilling up –
That I have nearly drunk my cup
And need to pay my years respect.
Thoughts
 
Fragile seconds tick away –
Eternity in dentist’s chair,
A flicker in a fleeting day
When a lover’s charm is there.
 
F”PGayi
1 Jan 21
I Suppose
I suppose it’s possible
To find religious zeal
That has a simple end in view –
Improve the common weal.
But I’m afraid I haven’t heard
“Let’s go and help the poor”
Emerging as a battle cry
That “We’re crusading for”.
 
Instead the cry we always hear,
“All those people should”
Behave by rules we ‘better folk’
Think help the public good.
 
FPGay
1 Jan 21
The Good Old Days
We ‘old’ acquire a disease that is incurable – a hankering for the “good old days” – created by a long term winnowing of memories to get rid of what actually went on. It is a time created by the pruning of many awful things that actually constitutes the past.
 
Where are poems nowadays?
You used to hear a lot.
We learned them all through schooling days,
Now, they just do not.
 
The nursery rhymes we heard from birth
Are simply heard no more.
They mostly have been banned from earth
Because of blood and gore.
 
The Scottish ballads, Irish songs?
Gone without a fuss.
No one knows the subjects ’wrongs’,
They don’t appeal to us.
 
All those tales of country life
Are simply mysteries
For folks who live in city’s strife
And don’t learn history.
 
FPGay
3 Jan 21
Missed Again
New Year’s eve has come and gone.
I missed the whole shebang.
I went to bed and slept quite well
And I don’t give a hang.
 
My head is clear, my legs are weak,
But not because of wine.
The latter comes from old, old age
And too long on the vine.
 
A part of this is sour grapes,
I used to love a party,
But even then,, I must confess,
The tidbits made me farty.
 
FPGay
3 Jan 21
To Lisa M on Her First Anniversary
All hail to our glorious leader
Who expected complaints on feeders.
Instead of polemic
She got a pandemic
So now, we really do need ‘er.
 
FPGay
6 Jan 21
 
My aim in 2021, as in 2020, is to try to stay upbeat against a very downbeat background. It doesn’t always work out the way I hope.
Adverse Verse
If I should scribble verse today
I wonder what on earth it’d be.
I twist my thoughts most any way
But nothing vibrant comes to me.
 
Do you suppose it’s possible
That not all stuff’s eternal?
That some is downright risible
And must be ranked infernal.
 
When the question’s formed this way,
The answer pops into my head,
“Whatever words we poets say,
They mostly sit and go unread.”
 
And so, the virtue of our class,
Passing over help and guff,
They’ll let the torpid verses pass.
They will sit and read our stuff.
 
FPGay
11 Jan 21
Woe, Woe
Today’s my day in the “pity pot”
In which I sit and mope
About the many, many things
With which I cannot cope.
 
It’s a somber little thing,
The outside sheds no light.
In contrast to this awful hue,
The inside’s glazed in white.
 
On cloudy, endless winter days,
Inside some rays of light
Are playing ‘round my inner world.
They say “Keep up the fight.”
 
When all around me seem to say
‘Bad news will never end.”
Those little beams of helpfulness
Somehow, do help me fend.
 
FPGay
11 Jan 21
Winter Morning
As I walked this gray, gray morn
Not thinking of a thing,
The sullen grayness quickly broke
As birds began to sing.