A retired college teacher who has turned to poetry in his old age.
There have never been more opportunities to make yourself known to more people than there are with modern technology. The downside is that unless
By William Alfred4 months ago in Poets
In American public office, there is no privilege. In fact, it’s all service, with no reward except the gratitude of your fellow citizens.
Remembrance can’t be limited to what you think should be remembered. Sometimes memories come unbidden And change what you were thinking.
A silent social agreement enforces silence and when it is broken, sometimes the veils slip ever so slightly before they are caught and replaced.
Crushing another’s roses secretly, malicious though it is at the moment, ends up biting the crusher very deep. ____________________________________________________
There used to be people to help. They were squeezed out of business. It’s funny when people you hate have to suffer your mindless ridicule.
What is the point of cursing the world and the people in it? Surely it’s the sound Of a soul writhing in anguish. ____________________________________________________
Intelligent people care more about their mistakes. It’s a well-known maxim in leadership circles and management. They act that way because they know that the future
They do it because they’re afraid, and afraid of being afraid, but that’s not an excuse— especially not when it plants seeds of strife in our children.
We grow nose-blind to persistent smells we breathe in all the time, become desensitized to even the most obnoxious, penetrating odors and stenches.
He’s a smart one, they say, and either hate him or love him depending upon their individual preference for smarts. But if he doesn’t watch his actions,
By William Alfred5 months ago in Poets
Then, it was Black people. Now, it's immigrants. Find someone to dump on—it makes you feel better about your own lowly life,
