Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Friday, June 13, 2025

May 2025





May 2025

Mother, may I live?
You may, my son.

Mother, may I crawl?
You may, my son.

Mother, may I walk?
You may, my son.

Mother, may I run?
You may, my son.

Mother, may I go out into the world?
To see and to hear and to smell?
To learn and to teach and to forget?
To have beauty and hate and love?
To have a job and tasks and toil?
To have a love and build a home?
To raise a son with worry and pride?

You may, my son.

Mother, may I live?

Mother?

Mother?

Mother, may I die?
You may, my son.



--John Magee

Wednesday, April 16, 2025

March 2025


March.
March. March.

In March we began marching.
Baby steps at first.
Small circles with little signs.

March.
March. March.
March. March. March.

"Are you here, too?"
"Isn't it terrible?"
"I wish there was more we could do."

March.
March. March.
March. March. March.
March. March. March. March.

By the time April arrived
We looked around,
Realized that we were strong,
And began planning to get stronger.

March.
March. March.
March. March. March.
March. March. March. March.
March. March. March. March. March.

But it began with baby steps.

March.
March. March.
March. March. March.
March. March. March. March.
March. March. March. March. March. 
March. March. March. March. March. March.
March. March. March. March. March. March. March....

--John Magee

Thursday, March 20, 2025

You Like to Think You Could Do Better


You Like to Think You Could Do Better

You like to think you would have done as well,
Maybe even better.

You give thanks that you will never find yourself
In such dark times.

Then your times change, despite your efforts.

So you try to do better,
Or at least as well.

And you come to realize
That all you might be accomplishing
Is to make sure the yellow stars
To be pinned to chests
Are at least as pretty as possible.

You like to think you could do better.

--John Magee

Friday, January 31, 2025

January 2025




January 2025

 

It is January.

It has always been January.

It will always be January.

 

Now is the January of our discontent.

Made wintry by soul devoid.

 

It is January and Los Angeles burns.

It is January and it snows in Pensacola.

 

It is January and the news is flailing.

It is January and the news is failing.

It is January and the news is ailing.

It is January and the news is news no more.

 

Once more unto the ice, dear friends.

We close the month with our frozen dead,

Buried in slush beneath a river of lies.

 

It is January.

It has always been January.

It will always be January.

 

Even when February comes,

It will always be January.

We will always remember January 2025.

 

--John A. Magee


Monday, January 8, 2018

Winter Poem

I'd like to take some time to pander
To the hearty soul, the Michigander.
When winter comes I want to flee.
My neighbor folk are not like me.

They cheer the flurries stacked in feet,
They dream of ice and snow and sleet,
And when it seems too cold to go
They run outside and play in snow.

What is this bizarre predilection?
North by north is their direction.
Arctic cold is in their dreams.
They've lost their freaking minds it seems.

Friday, January 20, 2017

A Few Thoughts on Today's Inauguration


I mourn.

I mourn that what was once unacceptable
Now holds the highest office in our land.

I mourn.

I mourn an American course opposed to
Rational thought
Science
Truth
Justice
Human kindness

I mourn.

I mourn for elections so broken
That we voted for one thing
And got the opposite.

I mourn.

I mourn for the loss of good things
For new good things that will never be.

I mourn.

I mourn for all the people
Whose lives will be diminished
Or lost
When empty rhetoric
Takes the place of informed policy.

I mourn.

I mourn for air.
I mourn for water.
I mourn for earth.
I mourn for our globe.

I mourn.

I mourn for all of us:
Those who voted for this
Those who voted against this
Those who didn't bother to vote
Those too young to vote.

I mourn.

I mourn, but I will fight.
I will put my shoulder to the wheel.
I will join with my fellow Americans.
I will find my place.
I will find my voice.
I will keep trying to make
My home
My community
My country
A better place for all of us.

But today,

I mourn.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

The Srvr995 Blues

Here's a little batch of blues lyrics I whipped up this morning. It won't make sense to anybody outside my workplace, but feel free to replace "Server 995" with whatever bedevilling bit of misbehaving connectivity is aggravating you this week.


The Srvr995 Blues

Came to work this morning,
Gonna convert some data.
Cup o'coffee and my keyboard,
But my server said “See ya later!”

CHORUS:
Oh, I got them Server 995 blues, can't find my files.
Got them Server 995 blues, can't convert none o'my files.
Cry me a river of digital tears -- no scripts, no compiles.

Gotta deliver this extract
Got a deadline to meet
No connection came back
Now I'm back out on the street

CHORUS

Boss man wants his content
Says he needs it by noon
No data no payment
Now I'm all alone in the room

CHORUS

Used to have data from England
California and France
Now all I got left is the feeling
I'm not wearing any pants.

CHORUS

Friday, March 11, 2016

42

Sitting here on my comfy couch,
Guzzling black and tans,
Watching a terrible old Godzilla movie,
While my wife and beagle sleep,
I think to myself,
"Is this truly my purpose in life?
Is this my highest calling?"

Eh. Maybe.

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Bigotry Is Not a Christian Value

Bigotry is not a Christian value.
Christ did not say, "Kill the motherfuckers!"
No matter which translation you prefer.

Christianity is easy to explain:
Love, forgiveness, charity, kindness.
Do these things and your World is free
Because you have freed
Your mind,
Your heart,
Your soul.

Christianity is not always easy to do.

Practice what Christ preached,
Not what the men on your cable television channel urge,
Not what the false Christians in your Facebook feed urge.
Hate is easy,
That's why so much of it fills our world.

Find love, forgiveness, charity, kindness
In your mind,
In your heart,
In your soul.

Bigotry is not a Christian value.
Hate is not a Christian value.
Violence is not a Christian value.
Selfishness is not a Christian value.

Christ did not say, "Those people deserve to die."
Christ did not say, "Bomb them into the Stone Age."
Christ did not say, "Buy more guns."
Christ did not say, "Shut your doors.
Leave them by the side of the road.
To starve."

Love, forgiveness, charity, kindness
Free your mind,
Free your heart,
Free your soul.

Free your World.

Peace. Shalom. Salaam.


--John Magee

Friday, November 20, 2015

Be Brave, America


Be brave, America
When they say fear
The World.

Be Christian, America
When they say hate
in Christ's name.

Be courageous, America
When they say cower
Behind stony walls.

Be generous, America
When they say hoard
Your treasure.

Be kind, America
When they say close
Your heart.

Be just, America
When they say
Kill them all.

Be hopeful, America
When they say despair
Of the future.

Be great, America
When they say your time
Has passed.

Be strong, America
When they say you are too weak to be
Brave
Christian
Courageous
Generous
Kind
Just
Hopeful.

Great.

In the face of death and hate and fear
Be brave, America.

We can do this.

--John Magee

Friday, June 5, 2015

Complicated (Beagle) Thoughts

And now the beagle haiku in which Katie the Beagle expresses her subtle, delicate, and complex thoughts regarding the small bunny rabbit who has taken to occasionally nibbling the grass in our yard:

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
Kill!! Kill!! Kill!! Kill!! Kill!! Kill!! Kill!! 
Kill!!! Kill!!! Kill!!! Kill!!! Kill!!! 

The Wolverine Lake Beagle Haiku Appreciation Society hopes you've enjoyed today's look at the complicated nuances that comprise one small beagle's relationship with a nearby rabbit.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

From the Wigging Out dept. files

Today on the ol' Patio Boat we truly do have a triumphant return to original poetry, thanks to this entry from our erstwhile Indianapolis Colts Haiku Reporter Mary Campbell-Droze:


From the Wigging Out dept. files

Late middle-age has not been kind,
My brightest days are now behind;
As did Mother, so does Daughter:
My hair has finally gone dishwater.

This dull dull color on my head!
Why couldn't I go *grey* instead?
No longer champagne; I am lager!
My strands of gold have turned dishwater.

The root-iness from up above
Makes me resemble Courtney Love.
A two-tone head won't make me hotter,
This hair of mine that's gone dishwater.

So now, of course, what do I do?
Shall I dye it back to my old hue?
My checkbook the salon will slaughter---
All because my hair's dishwater.

But going out in the sunshine
Returns that beach-blonde shade of mine!
Move to Tahiti? Perhaps I oughter,
To keep my hair from being dishwater.

--Mary Campbell-Droze

Monday, September 22, 2014

The Big Road Trip: Out-of-office doggerel

I had to update my out-of-office message at work today, and came across the wee poem I left to greet my many e-mail correspondents when I departed on The Big Road Trip. I kinda like it, so I reckoned I'd share it here:


I'm camping with the grizzly bears,
and prairie dogs with squinty stares.
Perhaps I'll see a rabbit, jack.
I'll let you know when I get back.

Monday, May 5, 2014

Expanding our beagle-haiku mandate to include beagle accessories

Binkie and Pinkie:
Katie's old squeaky toys that
She treats like puppies.

The beagle's binkies,
Rescued like Katie herself,
Now part of the pack.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

The Beagle Has Important Business to Conduct on the Frozen Midnight Snow

Midnight, four degrees.
Katie wants out. To piddle?
No. She smells rabbit!

Friday, November 15, 2013

November Haiku

There is no way that
stupid case of bronchitis
Lasts all month. Please, God.

Friday, September 27, 2013

Back to Our Core Mission

We're sure everybody's enjoyed our lengthy digression into pictures of pretty cars, but it's time for the Patio Boat to get back to one of its core missions**: haiku coverage of the Indianapolis Colts from intrepid girl reporter Mary Campbell-Droze:

Today MC-D reflects on Trent Richardson's reaction to being traded from the terrible Cleveland Browns to the potentially playoff-bound Colts:

*Ring* "Dude.  What ?  REALLY?
W.T.F.!!  Well, with any
Luck, this might not suck."
     --Mary Campbell-Droze



**Other other two core missions of course being:

1) Haiku coverage of Katie the Beagle
2) Other occasional meandering bits of randomness.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

This n'that to kick off 2013


I've been a neglectful blogger thus far in 2013, so I reckoned I'd at least put together a little post with some updates and a bit of conversation about what the start of 2013 looks like to me.


The Grumpy Old Man Update

The second half of 2012 was a bit of a nag for me, healthwise.  My busted and disclocated finger pretty much hurt like hell right into the fall, I tweaked my back again, and then Monique and I managed to come down with *two* rotten colds right in a row during the holidays.

Sheesh!

I have some friends and family members who've dealt with genuine life-threatening illnesses in the last year, so I'm truly grateful that none of those woes were anywhere in that neighborhood.  But I did notice that it really had an impact on my overall productivity.  Sometimes I like to think that I mostly just sloth around and don't do much, but the last six or eight months made me realize how much I usually do get done. One of the reasons you've all seen less blogging around here lately is that the blog had to take a bit of a back seat as I tried to at least take care of the minimum on other fronts.

So I'm going to try to take a bit of better care of my overall health in 2013 because it helps me to do the other things I want to do.

(On the other hand, I'm also thinking about trying to play in an old boys' rugby match in Savannah in March, so "better care of my overall health" has some challenges right from the start.  But aiming for a few old boy events each year keeps my overall motivation to stay in shape a lot higher than it would be otherwise, so it's still an overall plus.  I'll just try not to bust anything this year.)


Writing

Random acts of poetry are hereby officially reinstated at the ol' Patio Boat blog.  I had thought last year that I'd try writing and polishing a few poems and actually submitting them to some magazines, something I hadn't done in 20 years or so.  In reality I wrote very little poetry last year.  Part of that may be the aforementioned productivity decline.  But I think a big part of that was the direct result of cutting off my primary publication outlet.

The truth is that although I published a few poems in magazines way back when, I was always much more the sort of poet who would noodle around with something, show a few friends, and then move on.  So why fight it? If I write something fun or interesting, I'll post it up here.  Hopefully that'll make me a bit more likely to write something fun or interesting this year.

Otherwise on the blog? Eh, I'll post something when I have something interesting to say.  The Ol' Patio Boat blog remains what it has been pretty much from the start, a place for me to write down some thoughts and share them with those of you who are interested, mostly in the form of first-draft ramblings with dubious sentence structures.  A more commercially viable blogger would've broken this melange into four or five discrete and well-edited posts. But you all just have to put up with this.  Or not.  Nobody's forcing you.  Go watch a cat video on YouTube if you want. See if I care.


The Broadcast News Ban Grows

I want to personally thank the U.S. Congress for the monumental stupidity of the unending fiscal-cliff debacle in December. They finally got me to do what I probably should've done years ago: change the dial on my old clock-radio from our NPR news station to the classical music channel. And fortunately for my peace of mind this happened before the airwaves filled with unending details of school shootings.

I banished television news a few years ago, and I had pretty much banished radio news from the rest of my morning. The remaining holdover was waking up every morning to the headline news.  In truth, it was a pretty effective wakeup call.  Nothing will get you out of bed to turn off the radio faster than a terrible news story.

But it was also a pretty depressing way to wake up, and it was taking a toll on my psyche. I had begun to wake morning in despair about the world. Now I wake up to a random bit of symphony or concerto and generally think, "Gosh, how pretty." The downside is that it's a lot harder to actually wake up and get out of bed while lying in a warm bed and listening to lovely classical music. For now, I'll take that risk.

I've banned the radio news in the morning a few times before as part of a news ban.  This time it feels more permanent.  We shall see.


The MGB Slumbers

The Michigan roads are covered in salt during the wintertime, so my little MGB is tucked away under cover in the garage.  Salty roads are the mortal enemy of rust-prone British sports cars.  Alas, I'll have some work to do before all is ship-shape for the first Spring drive.  Here's the current list:

The lighting and wiring woes continue -- There was good progress on this front last year, but my right rear taillight went out again during my final drive of the fall.  I need to solve that.  The poor little car has two problems, really. First, many of the connections are now 37 years old and worn, dirty, or corroded. Second, many of the newer connections made by previous owners weren't done properly. Hopefully cleaning and/or replacing some of those connectors will have the lights back in business.

Sigh. I know you all continue to be shocked that my old British sports car has electrical issues, but there it is.

The overdrive/wiper and turn-signal switches, plus the horn -- My overdrive switch slowly began failing last year, and is pretty much kaput. This makes me sad because the overdrive is a positive boon whenever I top 50 mph. To fix it, I'll need to take apart a bit of the steering column, which means that it might be an opportunity to also fix or replace my turn-signal switch (which doesn't turn off after the turn) and maybe even figure out how to make the regular horn button in the middle of the steering wheel work again.  I love my A-OOGA horn, but it's not always convenient when large trucks bear down on me and I need to make a loud and joyous sound **NOW**.

The hole in the driver's seat -- Somehow last summer I tore a small hole in the leather seat. I tried covering it over with duct tape and managed to make it into a larger hole.

This is why I can't have nice things.

It needs fixing, and I'll probably need to find somebody who knows what she's doing, which means that I'll probably do best to take the seat out of the car and haul it over to Bev's Canvas Covers, which did a bang-up job replacing the zippers on my tonneau cover and did a great job on the seats for my neighbor's pontoon boat.  Removing the seat to get its upholstery fixed has has another benefit. It would make it easier to work on the steering-wheel console, and it would probably also make it easier to ...

Install the shoulder belts -- The MGB currently just has lap belts. I did buy a new pair to install last summer, before I got distracted by the broken finger and the broken fuel pump and the electrical woes.  The MGB is a relatively safe car for a tiny mid-70s convertible, but replacing those lap belts for actual shoulder harnesses is an important upgrade that would make me feel better about hauling people around in it.

Put it all together and it's a good-sized project list that I'd be more inclined to tackle if my garage wasn't 25 degrees. (Note to self: add "Build heated, insulated garage with more room" to the list of vital MGB repairs.)

All of this during the winter when I can't drive anyway makes me start to look at other cars and dream that they don't have their own list of issues -- as in, "Oooh, look at this pretty Jaguar convertible on eBay. The ad says everything works!" -- but really I'll be happy again with the FUN MG as soon as its warm enough to get back to work on it, which should be soon enough.

Alas, thanks to the ever-increasing pace of global warming, old British sports cars are an increasingly weather-appropriate choice in Michigan!


Politics

I'm focusing on village issues in 2013. Now that we've put the worst of the financial hardships behind us (Knock on wood!) we're in a good place to work in making Wolverine Lake the best community it can be. Besides, current national and state politics just make me despair for democracy and our republic. (Thus the aforementioned news ban!)

One of the things I've had some interest in doing is digging into some real statistical analysis of redistricting and the gerrymander.  But that has begun to feel a bit to me like doing a tree count in the midst of a forest fire.

I could rant at length, and I'm sure I'll come back to write more about this eventually (fair warning!) but in the meantime let me pass along four things I've been thinking about that would help to restore some sanity to our badly broken political process. Each is worthy of a long post and discussion of its own, but I wanted to write them down somewhere before I turn my back in disgust, and the end of this long, rambling blog post to kick off the new year is as good a place as any:

1) Abolish the Electoral College -- This one's such an easy constitutional amendment that even a non-lawyer like me can write it: "The President and Vice-President shall be elected by a direct vote of the qualified voters."

2) Eliminate the Gerrymander -- I'm sure there's a good way to word the requirement. But what it means is that legislative districts should be drawn by non-partisan commissions to maximize compactness and to follow permanent political boundaries to the greatest extent possible.

3) Open primaries -- Primaries shall not be restricted to partisan races. They shall be open to all qualified candidates. The general election will consist of a runoff between the top two vote-getters in the primary.

4) Eliminate term-limits for the legislature -- This really only applies to Michigan or other states that have enacted legislative term limits.  It might not be quite as useful as the first three, but the unending spectacle of an amateur hour in Lansing that's generally run by lobbyists has made me firmly believe that term limits for our legislature were a mistake.


And that's it.  I'm out of lunchtime to write this post, and I'm sure I'm out of readers of this post by the time I'm typing this sentence. So if you doggedly made it to this paragraph let me just say, "Have a great 2013!"

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Bah, humbeagle!

Holiday hubbub
Disturbs the beagle's deep rut.
January! Ahhh.