#humbug
What’s new is bright, what’s new is loud,
shining high above the crowd.
The poems sit and hope to be
seen by more than just a few.
Reads feel fewer, pages thin,
less time spent just dropping in.
Maybe change has shifted sight,
maybe fewer souls online tonight.
Still the words don’t fade or flee,
they wait for eyes that want to see.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 4:00 AM UTC
~a message from Lori Jones McCaffery~
Indeed.
But old g-hosts, familiar and friendly.
À la Casper, are comfy ones, who cozy
with us as need arises, and need
never falls, only rises liked fresh
oven-baked brioche bread, of which
the ghosts do smell, for they well recall
their prior human foibles,
and one be,
a home scented blessed by the smells of
caring…and they bring to us STILL living as
a reminder how lucky we are to be
alive
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 3:24 PM UTC
is a list humming with fraught fragile fragrant delight:
humble
hugging
humility
human
hugely
humor
humdinger
I could go on forever
but no need, the humming infectious
and you are adding you owned version
yes. hu too
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 1:10 PM UTC
one more for Joni and the one who accuses me of
"owning the courage to care so blatantly."
<:>
accused of writing with blatant courage,
a 4 credit requirement for caring
blatant is a word of merger -
open obvious unsubtle and unashamed
and a dissembling misleading one!
it is all of these and yet can be a contradictory mask of
opposing, differing faces
my blatant is none of these
but appearance only
**** muses keep me coming back
to a particular lyric,
keeps seeking me out, so successfully, wherever I go,
I hear it
it’s invading my both sides now
the dizzy dancing way you feel
you think I have my own blatant courage, untrue!
so oft you mistook my dizzy dancing,
all fluff all humbug so obvious so ashamed,
a cover up, a most subtle cosmetic pretense of the truth -
of
no courage at all
and yet (they mock)
you do care...
just another of my peculiar
life’s illusions
(self-delusions)
I really don’t have blatant courage at all
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC
not all **** videos are equal
one searches the index,
hopeful a screenshot
pinpricks the eye and the peculiar
peculiar need of the moment
like most things good and appreciated,
sifting through the chaff is a learned skill,
required but not intuitively sired,
not every new word in the dictionary
delights, insights, triggering a welcome!warning
the sifter’s handle fits the hand uncomfortably,
requiring egregious prodigious turnings,
till the flour is silky and manipulative, ready,
pleasure is work, luster need maintenance
you passover, skippering,
a search for the next and the next,
treasured island is constantly on the move,
it’s coordinates require GPS updating
rerouting rerouting rerouting
what does this reveal about you?
there are no simple single path pleasures,
the first bite delight is ultimately worn down,
recalled but not equally fully restored,
so we need, insistent for new thrill pathways
to get to the same old pleasured places
the body acts, the body’s acts, the body’s reacts
familiarity is a museum collection,
everything human requires updating,
especially essentially by
the imagination’s perpetual swiping
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 7:53 AM UTC