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Written by johnwhays

October 11, 2019 at 6:00 am

Happy

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would you do me a favor
and loan me that smile
for as long as I can remember it
deep into the darkness
of hours and days
away from the laughter
that lights up your eyes
when we are happy
and in love
stupendously in love
but more importantly just
incredibly
happy

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Written by johnwhays

October 9, 2019 at 6:00 am

Didn’t

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I didn’t have a dream
about a big black bear last night
nobody ever wonders
why they didn’t dream
about a big black bear
the one that is trying to get into the house
when you discover the only barrier
was a sliding screen door
separating you
from him
the kind of dream that goes on
and on
but for some strange reason
the bear never figures out
it could walk right through
which keeps the dream
from being about an attack
yet does nothing to allay
the imminent threat that it could
nobody wakes up
with an awareness
they didn’t have a dream
like that

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Anniversary Thirty-Five

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Happy Anniversary today, Cyndie. Thirty-five years in a blink. How’d that happen?

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At the same time, today is also Julian’s birthday. Thanks for sharing this day with us, my other jwh, and making it even more special than it already was!

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Written by johnwhays

September 19, 2016 at 6:00 am

Some Prose

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maybe it’s just one of those days when I haven’t gotten around to taking any photos to add to the Image Folder for potential inclusion to be used on the blog, and the ones that I do have are all out of date now, having been posted before, sometime closer in relation to when they were actually taken, and the poetry is all posted from what has already been written and the blustery gray day brought little in the way of stories worth telling, except maybe one in which Cyndie learned to drive the new four-wheeler we bought, navigating our trails, pulling the trailer to haul down a couple wood posts and some wire to make further progress on the fence project I started during the week, which proceeds rather slowly when I’m out all alone, trying to hold things myself while also reaching around to hammer, though it’s just barely any easier with Cyndie here to help, since she and I tend to do things in ways quite the opposite, like fast versus slow and up instead of down or over when I choose under, but that also means one of us is usually right when the other one is wrong so it comes in handy at the same time, too, even though it seems like a problem it is more often the solution depending on how you choose to frame the way it looks from where you stand, and from here right now all I know is that lip which I bit trying to chew on my food swelled up just enough that I bit it again and I’m stuck in that loop where I keep biting it again since it is right at the precarious spot that got bit in the first place before it was swollen, so how in the world do I avoid it now that it gets in the way every time my teeth meet which I find that they do much more often than simply the times when I’m eating, yet it makes sucking on ice, which I do with some frequency, a whole new experience since it soothes and it numbs as it reduces the swelling bringing temporary relief just long enough to forget about the problem altogether which –you see it coming, I bet that you do– starts it all over because I bite it again having gotten past the worries that had me trying to protect that poor spot when it hurt, making the dining experience a rather sad affair, which seems totally unfair, since last night’s dinner tasted so good, and at times I was stuck with just sucking to get flavor, enticing as it was, and that made it seem rather odd to refer to such exquisite cuisine in a way that I found myself saying of my dinner, though I enjoyed so much, it certainly did suck.

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Written by johnwhays

November 18, 2013 at 7:00 am

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