I’ve decided to post more recent poems here, give readers an idea of what I’m working on right now. I’m also not going to worry about including matching YouTube links and all that rigamarole. (Rigmarole: what a great word!) All that other stuff takes a lot of time and results in me posting nothing.
[I am glad we met]
I am glad we met
during my divorce years
when I made sure
my shirt was tucked in,
my fly was zipped up
and my breath was fresh
before stepping out
on a Friday night,
prepared for any adventure
the night might hold,
prepared, even, for you.
Forgive me, but tonight
I washed the mask
from my c-pap machine
and left it resting on a towel
on top of our dresser,
knowing it will be dry
by the time we get home.
copyright Joseph Neely, January 2025
I turned 70 earlier this month, so I’m not surprised to find myself writing about aging. I got hearing aids on my birthday and guess what; I like them!
Is anyone else horrified at the idea of pardoning 1,500 convicted criminals at the start of our nation’s new law-and-order regime? I generally stay away from politics here, but I think we can all agree that any ‘Poets for Trump’ group could hold its meetings in a very small room. That’s just a fact.
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A New Poem Every So Often.
(No regular schedule right now; life gets in the way.)
Joseph Neely, all rights reserved.
The Occasional Poem 
Amen to the small room for “Poets for Trump,” brother Joe!
Keep on sending your poems, we’re not getting any younger, but it can be a communal transition thanks to you.
Part of my daily rigamarole is looking for that misplaced whachamacallit.
Greg
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looking for that misplaced whachamacallit . . . love it!
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Great thoughts, Joe. My comments on the “new” political atmosphere in the nation’s capitol can be summed up in one word: horrified.
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I love hearing a newer poem! What a lovely surprise for my Monday morning. Keep the rigamarole coming!
And, I do think, there might not even be a single ‘Poet for Trump’…
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Yes Joe.Terrified human here. And a poet .
There was so much hope at the Harris Walz rally held at Burns Park last fall. Felt so safe in the large crowd. Walked back my car in the Tappan parking lot so full of hope.
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Courage, Carol. Don’t give up the ship! This, too, shall pass.
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