will today be any different
or same rush and drag
morning nightmares
work’s lingering lag
passing thousand hurdles
tongues fiddle and gag
mind sinks, doesn’t think,
today would be any better
in a mad rush, talk later
I thought it would be the first one on the top. If not, scroll down to the end of the page, way down, and it will appear on my latest posts. Thank you so much.
I don’t think it got posted, probably the best thing is to repost it or send me the link to the post…apologies, I have looked at your page several times but unable to find it…
Anne, thank you so much, well I am truly humbled to hear that, ‘existence of existence’ is a bit of random work I did last night on my way home when I got to this square ๐
I don’t understand what’s funny about rush hour, which we hear on the news endlessly. Hmm. You need to cozy up in front of a fire and give me a lesson on the AB method. I’m starting to get lose in what I see as he wrong would or phrase, and then these … hmm. people, who clearly couldn’t critique a poem if you paid them. I say that only because my Ph.D is, as you know in Comp Lit and that taught me how to critique. Oh yes, the is a WAY to crtiqgue poetry, AB.
I am very thankful for your words Mark, though mind you I don’t give much respect to critics since I don’t write this for them, it for myself and people around me ๐
Quite right … it’s how a poet should write. I was speaking to the previous commenter, who seemed either not to have read the poem carefully or who just wanted to write a comment.
So balanced … and kind, you rascal. I wasn’t chastising him, only expression my befuddlement. And I do tend to over-analyze thing. My boyfriend always said that I was too, “Thinkative.” Just to give you the heebie-jeebies, he was English … I also come from a highly literate household, my mom was a Psychiatrist and my Father (who died shortly after my mother) was a much respected attorney in Los Angeles. That house hold, which I adore and revere in retrospect, was like the von Trapp’s …. we ALL had to eat together at the same time, and dress for dinner. as well being prepared to “offer” to the conversation. At the time I thought it was crazy-making (like not being allowed to call our two maids by their first names, because it seemed, as my mother put, “louche and disrespectful.” As an adult, most people comment on my manners, the fact that I never curse, as well as the fact that I haul my Book of Common Prayer around with me in my Satchel … because it’s like my snoopy blanket!
Quite a difference than where I live
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Can you read my last story? I would like your take on it. MY DEPRESSION BABY
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Sure, but I am unable to see the one you mention on your site, I read the Alberta Clippers..
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I thought it would be the first one on the top. If not, scroll down to the end of the page, way down, and it will appear on my latest posts. Thank you so much.
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I don’t think it got posted, probably the best thing is to repost it or send me the link to the post…apologies, I have looked at your page several times but unable to find it…
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http://wp.me/p2lVpo-mr
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More amazing colors in an AB capture.
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Many thanks Eric ๐ just impatient fingers and random clicks, nature is too kind, provides the colours, the contrast and happenings ๐
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Where is this photo taken? Beautiful! I’d love to go there someday.
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This is where I was born, a small town in Sindh Pakistan, perhaps one day ๐
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That’s great! Looks just like Dallas Texas during rush hour.
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It is Dallas Texas ๐ apologies for the error in tags ๐
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Too funny AB ๐ lol
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Kudos, AB! The pictures are Nice, and I liked Your title, ‘Rush Hour,’ very much!
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Many many thanks Swami jee ๐
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Beautiful picture.
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Truly grateful ๐
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Love it…
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Thank you so much ๐
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Ok, this one made me laugh out loud AB. Very funny, rush hour.
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Thank you for your smile and laughter Staci ๐ my job here is done ๐
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I like the poetry. ๐
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thank you so much ๐
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Wow!! Love this photo!!
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thank you so much ๐
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Flash backs Mr. AB? I love the pic but got carried away by “existence of existence”. Its too good.
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Anne, thank you so much, well I am truly humbled to hear that, ‘existence of existence’ is a bit of random work I did last night on my way home when I got to this square ๐
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I also smiled with the “rush hour” – and the color in this photo is simply wonderful. ๐
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Brilliant ๐ my job is done, thank you so much!
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I don’t understand what’s funny about rush hour, which we hear on the news endlessly. Hmm. You need to cozy up in front of a fire and give me a lesson on the AB method. I’m starting to get lose in what I see as he wrong would or phrase, and then these … hmm. people, who clearly couldn’t critique a poem if you paid them. I say that only because my Ph.D is, as you know in Comp Lit and that taught me how to critique. Oh yes, the is a WAY to crtiqgue poetry, AB.
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I am very thankful for your words Mark, though mind you I don’t give much respect to critics since I don’t write this for them, it for myself and people around me ๐
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Quite right … it’s how a poet should write. I was speaking to the previous commenter, who seemed either not to have read the poem carefully or who just wanted to write a comment.
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Everyone is entitled to their just opinion, all are welcome in my humble place ๐
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So balanced … and kind, you rascal. I wasn’t chastising him, only expression my befuddlement. And I do tend to over-analyze thing. My boyfriend always said that I was too, “Thinkative.” Just to give you the heebie-jeebies, he was English … I also come from a highly literate household, my mom was a Psychiatrist and my Father (who died shortly after my mother) was a much respected attorney in Los Angeles. That house hold, which I adore and revere in retrospect, was like the von Trapp’s …. we ALL had to eat together at the same time, and dress for dinner. as well being prepared to “offer” to the conversation. At the time I thought it was crazy-making (like not being allowed to call our two maids by their first names, because it seemed, as my mother put, “louche and disrespectful.” As an adult, most people comment on my manners, the fact that I never curse, as well as the fact that I haul my Book of Common Prayer around with me in my Satchel … because it’s like my snoopy blanket!
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Now now, there is no need for commotion here ๐ Many thanks for sharing your life, sounds like quite a proper upbringing to me!
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It was … and I love my parents for providing it. I’ve rarely had any commotion in my life. A little bit might do me some good!
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I wish you some real nice and gentle commotion in your life Mark ๐
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Thank you .. may you have some prophetic powers!
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Let’s hope so ๐
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Reblogged this on Benji's Photo Blog.
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I would any day exchange my rush hour commute to that rush hour commute!
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Come around and I will resettle you in that town ๐
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You are awesome ๐
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It is definitely you ๐
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Hi! I would like to reblog your post, but i dont see the function…
Take a look on my site, if you like to. ๐ https://thebigbikeboom.wordpress.com/
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Lovely poem.. May we always make time to make each day a little different and make each day count.. โค
Have a wonderful weekend AB. Sue
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