Tagged: purpose

Poetry – Just Work.
Just a few words here, and a gentle reminder to pursue your passions, no matter how futile they may seem. Let’s push forward! Be well, and thanks for reading.

Poems from the Vault – Coffee and a Pen.
Just a little wordplay. Be well, and thank you for reading.

Poems from the Vault – The Universe, part 3.
Just a few words pulled from the Vault. Thanks for reading.

Storytime Saturday, featuring an excerpt from an unnamed short story.
Here’s a snippet from an upcoming short story. Thanks for reading.
The day that my potato exploded in the microwave was an eye opener. It was a sign…an omen. A message from the powers that be. Maybe I’d nuked that fucker for too long, or maybe I just didn’t give a shit. Either way, that little vegetable bastard decided to commit culinary suicide and blew itself spud first all over the confines of the microwave with a mere five seconds left. I mean, c’mon…it couldn’t have kept its composure for a measly five more seconds? Suck it up, god damn it! I had no money left, I had no lunch, and I was hungry enough to eat the scum out of the bottom of a homeless man’s shoes. It was definitely a sign…an omen…a message from the powers that be.

Classic Poetry, featuring Henry Howard.
It’s interesting how, despite the passage of centuries, certain sentiments don’t change. Here’s a classic from Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1517-1547).
My friend, the things that do attain
The happy life be these, I find:
The riches left, not got with pain,
The fruitful ground; the quiet mind;
The equal friend; no grudge, no strife;
No charge of rule nor governance;
Without disease the healthy life;
The household of continuance;
The mean diet, no dainty fare;
True wisdom joined with simpleness;
The night discharged of all care,
Where wine the wit may not oppress;
The faithful wife, without debate;
Such sleeps as may beguile the night:
Content thyself with thine estate,
Neither wish death, nor fear his might.

Poems from the Vault – The Wisdom of the Night.
Just a little wordplay plucked from the dusty Vault…thanks for reading. Stay creative.

Poetry – Writer’s Block
Working on some new material and original pieces…thanks for reading! Stay creative.