How introduces Logic
What says You Must do This.
How seeks Truth, no matter…
What seeks proof of a Kiss.
How is based on Loving.
What says you wouldn’t dare
How is the way of the Tortoise.
What is the way of The Hare.
How is the flight of the Albatross
What is the way of the Free.
What is the Law, the Rule of Thumb
Free is the How for me.
Morris calls me Leeward.
Bill K sez “Yer Nutz.”
Kids still call me Papa.
To Leo I’m a Putz.
To grandkids I’m their Grampus.
Mother called me Spike.
Uncle Frankie loved me.
He called me Little Tyke.
To me I am a Poet
By any name at all.
Bruno, Leewi, Bobby Lee,
Life is still a ball.
Dang, I’m running out of rhymes here. Enjoy your day and make every minute count. (Hmm, what rhymes with count? Fount? Mount? Tantamount?
I know: Morris)
From: An Amo and Curio Folio. An Olio of Prose and Poesy by Lee Broom
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A: THERAPEE (the hater)
A: A friend of mine told me that I was a real hater. She said that I use the word “hate” frequently.
B: And you think that makes you a hater?
A: Well, yeah. Why else would I say it?
B: Didn’t you tell me a few minutes ago that you saw a film last night that you really loved?
A: Oh yes. It was a wonderful movie, a great story; I loved every minute of it.
B: Loved? Or Liked?
A: Oh, well I guess I liked it a lot. I see what you mean.
B: Dontcha just hate it when that happens?
Alfred: What will you do when you lose the stores, when you lose your home?
Lee: I’ll sleep in my station wagon, swim at the Biltmore and eat at AJ’s.
Alfred: What’ll ya do for money?
Lee: I’ll have fifty thousand dollars stuffed in my pillow.
(A real conversation that took place in May, 1994.)
Being “True to one’s Self” trumps Unity.
Unity begins with a Handshake;
A Handshake begins with intent.
Black holes and dark clouds and space dust are universal metaphors for what(?); that part of you that has no room for anything at all but the perfectly straight line that travels from the retina of your only remaining eye, returning when it will from the end of the universe, ignoring, no, completely oblivious to anyone else in you path(?); no, it’s the other way around, isn’t it?
It’ll pass, Old Friend.
The WHAT of life is found ‘neath the neck.
The WHO resides in the head.
What I want to know by zippety zot
Is Who is this in my bed?
The body’s familiar, it has two legs.
But who’s at the other end?
A woman it seems, she’s not a horse.
So what path down was I led?
This must be a dream, of course that is so.
Another one’s coming and
Off I shall go
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Travel far enough (it is said) and you will meet yourself.
And Live long enough Mother said and you will see that everything that you can imagine has become real.
And Father said Look it up in World Book.
And Lao Tsu said that arguing misses the point.
And Jesus said “Bang”, (loosely translated as “I’ve been here since the beginning and I’m always gonna be here.”.
And I say that Everytime I find a Truth, it changes. Is there any Truth beyond the search for that Truth? I wonder. No, I don’t think so.
My Fortune, my Fame, the keys to my Cadillac for an hour over tea with a Knowitall.
Peace? Perhaps an enema.
Competitive spirit (the will of the weak).
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Wasted moments of life without meaning
So where are they now; what purpose was served
What hope for the future
Arms out. Now walk. Now jump up and down.
Signs of Life.
Competitive spirit; Now tweaked with resolve.
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Service to Others; a life Now with purpose
Confidence second to
By Lee Broom
Who asked that question; who wants to know?
What exactly is the question?
Where were you when this question first occurred to you?
When did this first occur to you?
Why is this so important to you? (Never mind.)
How did you happen to develop this train of thought? (There, that wasn’t so difficult.)
Have you developed any theories in your quest for data?
Is there a point beyond which you will cease to wonder?
Does it bother you that all your friends have the answers to these questions?
Does it bother you that your friends haven’t a shred of evidence to support their answers to your questions?