Month: November 2017

 

I am being facetious. For quite a while now I have been thinking about putting up one of my poems from long ago, and, after reading a couple of very fine poems recently, I decided today I would do it. I apologize for the scan quality. I will try to re-scan it soon. I hope you find it worth the effort of the read.

Also, while I’m at it, I apologize. I haven’t posted any music lately, and I regret that. Music is an integral part of my life. It so happens I have two songs in mind; the one above to ease you into the poem, and the one below to haul your butt out. (Lisa does not want me to curse on Harold’s Room. She wants me to maintain a PG rating so anyone can read any Harold material, with parental guidance as indicated. I fear I have faltered in maintaining my PG rating on occasion.) At any rate, without further ado, I give you Maneater.

 

https://youtu.be/kr8-E8may2Y

Sleep well my friends. I hope to.

Here we go into the holidays my friends. I hope you are all girded for battle. As my offering to you for Thanksgiving I am posting chapter nine of the book. It is a synopsis of the holidays. It covers Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years Eve, past, present, and future. It is an amalgamation of what I have had, and what I can no longer anticipate having. I am missing Harold and Smithee, and Ron and Rick and Paulie, my beloved family members Ronnie, Marvin, my aunts and uncles, my grandparents of course, who were major, major influences on me, and all the others I have lost. I miss them all terribly, but I know that death is part of life, and I still see all of them in my mind’s eye. In my world they are still with me, and are reading this over my shoulder and telling me to add what I have forgotten.

As I have probably mentioned, the cats help me through my feelings of loss, but today I am going to be thankful for all that I have, for all that I have experienced which made me who I am, and for all of the people I have known and loved who were part of those experiences; those with me now, and those who are elsewhere. To all of you, I am thankful to have had you in my life, and to those reading with mortal eyes, I am grateful you are still here.

Be safe through the holidays. Be joyful. Peace be with you.

Good morning all. Since I have been so remiss lately I pulled out another chapter of Harold’s room and did the old copy and paste. I hope it helps assuage my guilt and mollifies you, my friends, and that you will forgive me. I sincerely intend to try to post on a more regular basis in the future, but in my defense, I have lost two entities in my life this year who impacted me in very positive ways, and these losses were devastating. Without further ado, I present for your edification, and hopefully your approval, chapter eight of Harold’s Room.