Author: Website: http://brchitwood.com - B R Chitwood - My Mission: Writing to Discover Me
I'm a young man in an old man's body, trying to catch up to myself, trying to find pieces of me I left back in a disconnected youth and the early years of manhood. I'm a stereotype of many in my generation who can play the 'blame game', yell 'foul', and 'let's start over'. But, we are what we are, the sum of all the scary kid-emotions we experienced, the gin mills and piano bars that became our sandboxes of pleasure - lotus eaters of the best (or, worst) kind, the love affairs that did not quite settle us down, the sad poetry and songs written in bars and motels along the way... A Dreamer! A Wanderlust! The world needs such fools as we to write our books, our poetry, our songs, to offset the madness that plagues the soul.
I've written fourteen books, over three hundred blog posts, in search of those pieces left somewhere in many parts of the globe. You can preview my books on the next page. There's even a Blog page...all my posts are not showing on this recently created blog page, but, if you want to read more, go to my official blog site and check out the archives: http://www.thefinalcurtain1
Writing for me is therapy for the soul.
Website: https://billyraychitwood.com
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14 thoughts on “Why?”
Dang, Billy Ray, that’s downright poetic. Keep it up, man.
Oh my heart stopped – I thought the photo was of MY dog on MY front stoop. Makes me miss my Golden boy so much. But then I read your poem several times, and I know the answer to WHY. To love, of course… Lovely lovely poem.
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Dang, Billy Ray, that’s downright poetic. Keep it up, man.
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You’re downright danged nice, good buddy.
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Can’t imagine why. Makers Mark can fix it though.
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‘MM’ fixed it for me last night – up every thirty minutes for a ‘wee-wee’! Might have to swear off! Thanks, good John.
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If you give up your MM you have given in to old age and then I can call you an old codger.
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Well, hell, I can’t let that happen… “Hey, Julie, bring me a pre-lunch MM, no ice, just a spray of seltzer… Satisfied, trouble-maker? (yuck, yuck!)
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Now you’re talking’ youngster.
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Like it when you talk ‘dirty’!
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Sweet poem, Billy Ray, xox
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And, a ‘sweet’ response…thank you, ‘My Girl’… xox
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Beautiful thoughts and poem, Billy.
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From a beautiful lady! Thank you, dear Denise…
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Oh my heart stopped – I thought the photo was of MY dog on MY front stoop. Makes me miss my Golden boy so much. But then I read your poem several times, and I know the answer to WHY. To love, of course… Lovely lovely poem.
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‘Toby’ was my Golden boy, and, like you, I never stop missing him…thanks, good ‘WP’, for your kind comments.
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