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Thy Will Be Done 🎵

My 2023 setting of The Lord’s Prayer

Hannah Suz Song 🎵

My 2023 song about toddler Hannah Suzanne

Weidenbachers’ Romance-Fantasy 🎵

A 2021-22 father & son collaboration

A Haddonfield Idyll 🎵

My 2019 song about the town I love living in, and why.

A Ring Around Your Finger  🎵

My 2022 re-up of a 1936 song by my Mom & Dad

Ginny 🎵

My 2017 song about Girlfriend #1 way back when, 60 years later.

Words, Words, Words

Words of The Wise

Be Prepared

Mined & Smelted By Me

Words of Consolation

Walter’s Opera

Link to the Cincinnati Museum’s PDF 23-page listing of just some of Dad’s works over the years. (I didn’t know he was this prolific, nor how consumed in his mind he must have been all the while. He was always busy.)

POLONIUS:  What do you read, my lord?

HAMLET:      Words, words, words.

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“Incline your ear and hear the words of the wise.”

(Proverbs 22:17)

Sources can be found on Google

Poems and other rhymes

The Volcano of Mulch

The volcano of mulch that surrounded our tree

Was both lovely and deadly.  And, no one could see

That its flare, without air and the light of each day,

Was shooting out wild roots, encircling the splay.

Yes, encircling, entangling, and strangling the trunk;

'Twas to be: The tree's life-force was mired in junk.

Our tree wasn't healthy.  We worried, of course.

But we still didn't know that the sinister force

Enfeebling our tree (gasp!) was of our own doing.

Not until Forest Ranger explained that our ruing

Was due to the mulch-mound-volcano we'd heaped

At tree's footing.  And so…, what we sowed, we now reaped.

Yo! A prayer. Oh beware. Please be fair to tree's flare,

Keep it bare, to be seen. And don't ever dare

To mound it with mulch or with woodchips or dirt.

Leave it clean and pristine! (And…, please spread this alert!)

September 2012

There dwells a tiny spark within my head,

   An ember kindling ev'rything I do.

A steady burn that's blue, and then it's red.

   Then yellow, white, or black. Then back to blue.

February 2014

A Schubertiade Poem

I am not a performer, which I know makes me odd,

To be here among such an artistic squad.

Such a squadron of singers and talented fingers,

Inhabiting this gathering, this..., this Schubertiade.

Yes, I'm here just to hear, which I'm happy to do.

Not to give, but to take from this special venue.

For, I do love the Muse, with all of my heart,

Which "would ache from scenes like this to part."

Where Franz Schubert and others continue to live,

Thanks to you, dear performers, so willing to give

Of your talent, your time, your own special flare.

Yes, Thank You!! for being so willing to share.

December 2012

Merry Christmas, I’m Retired

Rhyme Time (not poetry)

What a quick year it's been

            since committing the sin

Of not wishing my kin

         and my friends MERRY CHRISTMAS!

And so....

MERRY CHRISTMAS! for then.  MERRY CHRISTMAS! for now.

Now, let's see how my pen can rally more foul:

First thing, y'all know, I retired! (Oh yeah)

I've been taking the time that's required (Oh yeah)

To work with my tools and suffer no fools.

(Except for myself, ever-mired). (Oh yeah)

Ah, to spew what I will (and I will, silly still,

Till I'm over the hill or feeling earth's chill).

And to make right amends and respond to the friends

I've neglected, all due to my doings.

And catch up with stuff I put off in the huff

And the strife of my life (with more than one wife),

Now behind me, along with my rueings.

To untangle my life, blithely woven....

And do it, of course, with Beethoven.

For, the portals to life's great epiphanies

Abound in the sound of his symphonies.

Read a book, learn to cook,

Sort my junk, be a monk,

See some sights, write some trites,

Cherish health, share my wealth,

Have no cares, put on airs,

Count my shares, say my prayers.

For my heirs: Home repairs.

Ah, to live life with little desired.

Ah, with much, thanks to God, now acquired (love, money, thingies, friends, thoughts, memories, insights, gratitude, even maybe a modicum of wisdom).

For all this I'm totally wired.

And a Happy New Year!

December 2011