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- The Drunk on the Corner is
  
  Posted at 5:49 am by Gordon, on April 15, 2018
  THE DRUNK ON THE CORNER IS
  Copyright 4.15.18 by Gordon Kuhn all rights reserved.
  
  The holy drunk on the corner is
  As holy as the Pope who drinks wine
  And who represents a group with a history of crime
  That turned its back on the Jews and friended Hitler
  The holy drunk on the corner is
  As holy as the holy father in his lofty mansion
  Protected by an armed security
  And who is worshiped in life and will be in death
  As the only voice of God here on this earth
  Except for the drunk castaway lying at the corner
  Who in his drunkenness is holier that the pope.
  
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- CONTACTS 09.01.2017 A
  
  Posted at 11:28 am by Gordon, on September 1, 2017
  More contacts.
  
  Harsh Reality wrote that like my comment on “Life.” And, I did and do like it. Harsh Reality is also known as Opinion Man. He is someone who really puts a lot of thought into what he is writing and has a huge following.
  
  https://aopinionatedman.com/2017/08/16/life-5/?c=451612#comment-451612
  
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  MakeItUltra is another site worth visiting. The author speaks on therapy, narcissism, and narcissistic abuse. That can be found at https://makeitultrapsychology.wordpress.com/2017/08/10/5-signs-you-havent-fully-healed-from-narcissistic-abuse/
  
  There he offers 5 signs about narcissistic abuse. Very interesting.
  
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  Man of Many Thoughts is another that I have commented on and is well worth a journey to his blog to see what he is writing about. Guaranteed he can set up a scenario that will generate a lot conversations. https://keithgarrettpoetry.com/2017/08/18/dismantling-of-america/
  
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  Then there is this delightful blog BlueFishh. The author welcomes you warmly and explains what she is all about in a few simple paragraphs. The blog used to be call Economix.
  
  https://bluefishh.wordpress.com/about/?blogsub=confirming#blog_subscription-3
  
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  If I could… (Friday Night Poetry Corner #142)
  
  You have to visit this location. Seriously. The art work is interesting in itself, a bit confusing at first, but draws the artist/poet/searchers/etc (etc is a pretty big area) right in. So go, read.
  
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  Lakshmi Padmanaban is an Indian girl who …. well, you can read about her at
  
  https://thethoughtfulrants.wordpress.com/about/
  
  if I tell you anything it will spoil the adventure of going and reading her blog. So, go, now. Just do it.
  
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  jade0207 ah, this one is an area for ladies.
  
  https://being1nsane.wordpress.com/2017/08/01/why-we-desperately-need-girl-friendships-in-todays-times/
  
  164 bloggers like that page!!!!!!
  
  Personally I have always had more girl relationships than male relationships. I guess I just like women more than men and, as far as my mom and dad were concerned, that was and is a good thing. Women are just so incredible, love everyone I ever met.
  
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  Later more on Delmer Smith and the victims whose blood he shed.
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- A Sunday Night Poem: Passages along with random thoughts about nothing important 2248/080617
  
  Posted at 10:20 pm by Gordon, on August 6, 2017
  The Peppermint Lounge, Montego Bay, 1962
  By Gordon Kuhn copyright 08.06.2017
  all rights reserved.
  
  There once was a whore house in Montego Bay
  Where $2 bought a pitcher of beer and 5 got you a lay
  There bronze skinned ladies with loose dresses would sway
  with the music until the break of day
  Never letting the customers stray too far away
  Ah, the booze was cheap and the ladies kept their smiles
  And we never once shared our private trials
  But laughed and danced and drank the night away
  Until dawns’ light broke the fragile spell
  When we went back to the ships with memories to tell
  Our youthful hunger for rowdy times and cheap romance sated
  To the ships where our rifles and ammo near our packs silently waited.
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- Clouds in your Eyes & Random Thoughts 0821/8.5.17
  
  Posted at 8:19 am by Gordon, on August 5, 2017
  Clouds in Your Eyes
  
  by Gordon Kuhn Copyright 8.5.17 all rights reserved
  
  I see clouds in your eyes, clouds in your eyes
  Clouds where none should ever be
  Like murky cream in your cold cup of coffee there
  I see clouds in your eyes, clouds in your eyes
  Clouds that should never be there
  And I think there is even a tear, a small tear hiding there
  There where none should also never be.
  
  It was just a chance thing meeting up with you
  Years back at a truck stop late one rainy night
  No reason for that to ever happen, never
  Unplanned event and unplanned conversation
  Unless fate was there with me and you
  For truly you showed up out of the blue
  And sat and told me lies while you drank coffee with me
  Just like we used to do, like we used to do
  And sat and told me lies while we drank cold coffee together
  Just like we used to do when we smiled at each other
  And nowhere did I think I’d ever again see that smile
  That smile that was also so quick and free.
  
  But I see clouds in your eyes, clouds there in your eyes
  The same as when a friend once set you free
  But that was a long time back to then
  When life had set us all in a tragic spin
  And you fell from a relationship that brought tears to your eyes
  And I hoped that none would ever again be there for anyone to see
  
  I know you are with another
  A friend who was once like a brother
  But no where in the world did I ever expect
  to have our friendship end in pure neglect
  
  But I see the clouds in your eyes
  Where none should ever be
  I see clouds in your eyes
  And I think I see a tear
  Where none should also never be
  In a truck stop so very long ago
  
  And I would have stood and hugged you long and hard
  But the distance between us more that I could reach past
  And so I just let it be with a handshake and a “I gotta go.”
  So I will go and let the past be the past and hope the feeling inside will last
  But there were clouds in your eyes, clouds in you eyes
  And a very tiny tear.
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- Poetry and Random Thoughts 073017/0608
  
  Posted at 6:10 am by Gordon, on July 30, 2017
  There is a difference, I think, from the common to the uncommon. Yet, in many cases they appear side by side as twins. Just a subtle difference here or there can determine the difference that you and I cannot perceive on the surface. But isn’t that the problem? Isn’t it how we perceive what we consider to be4 reality?
  
  I have, since early childhood, wondered how you and I see color. A teacher points at a chart and says, “That is blue.” Really? Think about this for a moment. The teacher has an assigned role to play and relies upon her belief and understanding of common versus uncommon. And yet, how do we know if her understanding is correct?
  
  If she says that the object she is pointing to is blue you record that in your mind as being blue. But what if her perception of blue is more tinted with green in your mind. So every time you look at item that in your mind has green in it or perceive it as such then when called upon to point at blue in a test you we pointing at something which in your mind is blue and yet in reality is blue-green to her but she perceives it as blue because she sees everything put before her as blue being blue and yet her mind approaches the color she sees as being blue-green.
  
  I mean, seriously, how can we come to the belief that what you see versus what I see is actually correct.
  
  In another example, I just fell asleep while sitting here and dreamt I was at a seminar. The hotel that we were staying at was very nice and had a very large swimming pool. Everyone was swimming and so I decided to join in. I just now realized that I was the only one in the swimming pool that was naked but neither I nor anyone else recognized that fact until in my mind I just now realized that I was naked. The reason is because I remembered that in my dream I did not have any swimming suit with me. But in my mistaken reality I and everyone there had a swimming suit on. So, if by chance, you happen to go swimming the question then becomes are you wearing a swimming suit or are you naked.
  
  So, I guess, the real question is quite simply: what is reality?
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- rabbit tears – run rabbit run
  
  Posted at 8:54 am by Gordon, on June 16, 2017
  Chapter one: How do I love thee, let me count thy bruises.
  
  He stood in front of her rubbing the knuckles on his right hand staring down at her where she sat on a wooden chair in front of him. He growled as she reached up to where blood trickled from the bruised flesh below her right eye. Touched it, saw the blood, then lowering her arms clasped her hands in front of her on her lap. Slowly she looked up at him with tears racing down to her chin. “I didn’t do anything wrong,” he voice trembled. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
  
  The year was 1926. She was just 19 and he was 27.
  
  He slapped her hard jerking her head to the left. She slowly recovered. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
  
  “So, my mother and sister are liars?” Blood stood against the vows of marriage. Sometimes blood is stronger, and in this case it was. “They saw you at the theater”
  
  “No,” her voice wavered, “no they, if anyone it was Virginia and all I did was acknowledge an old school friend.”
  
  “Who you then went into the movies with.”
  
  “He had his girlfriend with him”
  
  “You sat with him.”
  
  “I sat with them, not with him,” she said her face hurting her badly. Her tongue slipped sideways and found a tooth had been dislodged.
  
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- Catatonic in Milwaukee
  
  Posted at 2:37 am by Gordon, on May 25, 2017
  Stiffness of mind can be a problem and should be noted to tend along with a great deal of anger. I deal with anger. I have problems with anger. I can be very un-nice with anger when it overtakes me and lately it has been near me too much. I think it is just that the world is moving at such a strange pace and what I hope for is not actually happening but the reverse is. Maybe that holds true for you as well. In any case being catatonic would be a problem not only in Milwaukee but in Bradenton as well.
  
  I wonder if people can really change or is it just backwash that we get when we think we changed and then something happens that drags us back into all the same shit. I don’t know. I just known that when looking at my life I can see too many mistakes.
  
  Its a new day and hopefully a day where anger doesn’t creep in to my life or yours.
  
  Oh, and I have never been in Milwaukee but I understand they brew a very fine beer there.
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- WHY DO WE TEACH LIES TO CHILDREN?
  
  Posted at 5:40 am by Gordon, on May 22, 2017
  Why is it that we teach children to lie? Why do we tell them lies? Santa Claus! Adults think it is cool to tell children all about Santa Claus. Kids get around older kids and the older kids berate the younger kids making them feel foolish and then the heartbreaking truth is revealed that the adults … parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles….lied to them. And you expect them to learn to be truthful doing this? What about the Easter Bunny and egg hunts? …..bunny = eggs?
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- THE DAY THAT HEMINGWAY DIED
  
  Posted at 6:23 am by Gordon, on January 14, 2017
  I will never forget the day that Hemingway died
  
  Nor of how he died on ‘61’s second day of July
  
  I was sixteen years old way back then
  
  And far too much to the universe tuned in
  
  I will never forget the shock that filled me as I cried
  
  Deep inside a wounded creature not knowing why
  
  Not even knowing much about the man I stood
  
  Alone in silence surrounded by living woods
  
  That were more than silent that day he died
  
  To me they were, to me they were and yet
  
  The world still moved and went its passing way
  
  But in my heart, I knew something broke that day
  
  Something strange that day had come and gone its way
  
  The day that Papa died, yes that day on ‘61s second day of July 1/14/17
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- Battle Flag
  
  Posted at 5:59 am by Gordon, on December 22, 2016
  Battle Flag
  
  The battle flag sudden snapped and swung up to fly in the wind
  
  Above the post on the hill that even God had not known about back then
  
  On a hot and sticky day where boys waited amid the baking heat
  
  All seemed to stand still in the sudden roar of quiet to those there that day
  
  Broken by the Sergeant’s sudden shout of “guns up!” that tore the silence apart
  
  Rifles swung up then their muzzles pointed out and down across the clearing
  
  Where men of difference moved so quiet in the sea of grass
  
  Then, with hearts beating hard in all the chests of those there that hour and day
  
  Searing rounds were sent out for the human shearing
  
  A burst returned ripped holes in the flag that flew in the wind
  
  Blood and mud spattered, its fabric so worn and so thin
  
  That flew above boys that day sudden turned into men
  
  It snapped and swung up to fly in the wind
  
  Above the post on the hill that no one, not even God knew about back then.
  
  6/10/13 edited 12/22/2016
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