Monday has arrived with a touch of fog laying on the pond behind our house, and in that pond lies a ten foot gator. Not sure what he’s thinking. I am sure of what the majority of neighbors are thinking, but we have a few who view amnesty for eating the ducks and other wild critters that get too close to the pond. They also wish for us all to allow the gator to have its own mail box(didn’t know gators get mail???), voting rights on the neighborhood committee, inclusion into neighborhood picnic events, and….oh yes, free medical along with a social security check (why we need the damn mailbox…. God I am so stupid.)
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I would hope that anyone who reads my poetry understands that I write what comes to my mind and it doesn't mean I'm the reality of the words. I mean that just because I write about alcoholism does not mean I am the character in the poems. I write about those I've known and those I know and a very wide grouping that is of sinners and saints, those who know who and where they are going and those who are completely lost. I am empathic. I write in the first person because I feel the reality of what I am writing about. Like Dean Martin pretending to be drunk while performing I am not what it may seem. Just a thought as I know some out there who read what I write see the words and not the art or the understanding of the problem I am commenting on, nor do they understand that the comment is for the purpose of illustration and not my own personal reality. Married to a wonderful woman who is my best friend. Ronald Reagan Conservative Republican. Masters of Accounting-Taxation, United States Marine, taught for 10 years at the University of South Florida, held the following professional certifications: CPA, CVA, CFA. Published author, currently writing three novels and a ton of poems. View all posts by Gordon
