Posts by brucelevine

That Is The Question

»Posted by on Jul 21, 2018 in Sharing With Friends | Comments Off on That Is The Question

I weighed the options.
Should I or shouldn’t I?
That is the question:
I’ve done it so many times before
And been rebuffed each time.
The answer should be clear;
I should be firm,
But each time I hesitate
And then relent.
Should I, this time,
Risk it again?
Why not?
Why yes?
I’ve stated the obvious;
Repeatedly and redundantly
And still I consider doing it.
It costs nothing
And if the result is the same
I’ve lost nothing.
But why, this time,
Do I seem more resolved against it?
I’ll click the button
And submit the story.

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Woody Allen Movies

»Posted by on Jul 20, 2018 in Sharing With Friends | Comments Off on Woody Allen Movies

Upper West Side apartments
A hidden agenda
Not so hidden
To the literati
And intelligentsia

Societal studies
Family relationships
Real and dysfunctional

Phobias and foibles
Siblings and psychosis
Fantasies and follies
False or deferential

Dixieland or
Café society piano
Introspective or


Laughing and crying
Over spilled cocktails
While hiding at parties

Lifestyle studies
New York or foreign
Of the rich or famous
On the wrong side of the tracks

Happy or tragic
Finding the truth
Through open eyes
Transfixed on sidewalks
Broken like pavement
Filled with potholes

Boiled like cabbage
Rolled into daydreams or
Finding the way

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The Land of the Living Dead

»Posted by on Jul 19, 2018 in Sharing With Friends | Comments Off on The Land of the Living Dead

The gentle breeze has just a hint of coolness to it,
Barely relieving the humidity even this early in the day.
The fetid air hangs heavy in the trees,
The residue of yesterday’s scorching thermometer.

Is there hope in that gentle breeze?
The first in a season of no seasons.
The land of mold, mildew and bug bites
Reveals itself as a season of perennial hot.

The man sips his coffee and picks up his pencil,
Trying to draw the outline of memories:
Golden days of autumn and snow white cliffs of winter
Where time moves onward in a perpetuum of days.

The man sits stagnant in a world of empty spaces;
A vacuum created like a tunnel through the reality of time.
Nothing ever changes; no one ever reaches for the golden ring of glory
Or the passion of fulfillment in the land of the living dead.

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The Tree of Life

»Posted by on Jul 18, 2018 in Sharing With Friends | Comments Off on The Tree of Life

The tree of life
Takes a circuitous route
Stumbling its way
Toward destiny

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An Empty Life

»Posted by on Jul 18, 2018 in Sharing With Friends | Comments Off on An Empty Life

Another anniversary of your death
A time to reflect on living without you
It hasn’t gotten any easier

Missing you sitting next to me in the car
All the things we loved to do together
All the things we looked forward to doing together
All the places we went together
All the places we’ll never get to together
All the time simply being together

I do things alone now because I have to
But nothing will ever be the same
I look to the future and an empty life
A life that once was shared with you

My wife died six months ago today – this is for her

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