A poem dashed off
in pajamas will not wait
for a coat and tie.
News breaks the promise
that the beast of tomorrow
won’t growl before dawn.
Immortality
begins with such simple words:
‘Once upon a time.’
The mind, not the ear
carries music to the heart.
The ear does not mind.
Reading a story
unchains gray cells, frees color
from dusty rainbows.
Who is buried in
Grant’s tomb, but as for the bones
of What, I Don’t Know.
When bad wolf huffs, puffs
blows house down, tweet local cops,
buy time with card tricks.
©Patrick A. McGuire and A Hint of Light 2013-2014, all rights reserved.
For years I told jokes on street corners for tips, dreaming of one day owning a granite counter top. No luck, so I entered a monastery. I now do stand-up at daily prayer services. The monks' vow of silence means they can't laugh. I can't even laugh, although sometimes I sob quietly in the can. This blog is a cry for help. Send money or granite. I accept Pay Pal.
a hint of light 
Card tricks work on the wolves? I’ll have to remember that.
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Be careful if you try to pull a card out of their ear. Good way to lose your hand.
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I’ll keep that in mind
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Very nice–some sweet, some nutty! “tweet local cops,” has it come to that?! Made me chuckle. Loved the “Who’s on first riff–did you see Rain Man, that movie from way back, when the autistic brother, played by Dustin Hoffman, is crazy about the recording of Who’s on First but doesn’t know it’s meant to be funny? Anyway, great work.
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Thanks Willow
Ran out of checks, so it’ll just be an envelope filled with cash this month
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Cash works:-)
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Schönes Wochenende wünsche ich 🙂
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