Poetry

A TRUCKERS CHRISTMAS

Bestowed upon me by my grandmother was a mild interest in poetry. It seems more satisfying to write it than read it. For special occasions, I sometimes adapt…

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I DONE GOT OLD

Here comes seventy, an age thought I’d never reach, golf game sucks: knees hurt bad, too many pills, daily, one each. Moving slower each…

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TEE BOX BLUES

Oh Lord I’ve got those tee box blues, I tell ya my friends; it’s why I always lose. I got it bad, I got them old blues,…

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ALAN’S ATTEMPT AT POETRY

But first, the back story. I lost my little sister in 1978 from a car accident. Tami was just 16 and was the passenger in a car as she was returning home from her…

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