Poetry

“Harsh Reality”

(Reynold D. Philipsek) When you really stop and think about it this is a pretty scary place,You are dropped into existence from some unknown outer spaceAnd slapped into animation(That’ll put a smile upon your face)Yes, it’s a harsh, harsh place So you scramble to get the gist of it and learn the vague unwritten rulesand negotiate the distance between the […]

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Quaint Old Vale of Tears

(Reynold D. Philipsek) My Roman Catholic upbringing and 12 years of parochial education still shows some resonance. This verse recalls the congregational recitation of a Rosary or Novena where the priest would intone a short prayer and the congregation would reply with a repeated response in a low monotone. —————————————— Gone the halcyon days I trod the boards to mighty

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The First Hundred Years

(Reynold D. Philipsek)I have been writing a “poem” a day lately for a small private collection I am calling, “Verse in the Time of Covid.” Here’s one of the latest. I’m not as smart as I used to thinkBut greying hair did not dim the lightI no longer feel I’m on the brinkof genius when merely bright I now blush

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Karma Yoga

I have always been somewhat of a hobbyist with poetry. Aside from a few song lyrics I have not written much for about 20 years. The self-isolation and world situation has reactivated that idea. Take care. Reyn  “Karma Yoga” (reynold d. philipsek) I sense no sign of diminutionNo lack of longing hereThe wish to justify this existenceis always present and

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Sisyphus Smiles

I have always that thought that the legend of Sisyphus was an apt metaphor for all human endeavors especially creative ones. For those unfamiliar, Sisyphus is a character from Greek mythology who was doomed to push a boulder up a steep hill for eternity only to see it roll back down and therefore begin the frustratingly futile and laborious process

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