Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Sunday, November 16, 2014
It's dark in the midmost part of night.
Phone rings - a long distance call from Manila.
I've been dreaming and I'm up tight.
Accented voice greets me with cheer.
He's called to warn me and to help me.
Seeks calmly to convince me to have no fear
Why then call at twenty past three?
A technician, he's detected
That I'm hacked by an Eastern caller
So now my bank account will be affected,
I risk losing every dollar.
"Let me access your home notebook,"
My glitch he assures me he will fix.
I won’t be this guy’s sucker, is my outlook,
I will not let him play his tricks.
© Ron Unruh, 2014
Saturday, November 15, 2014
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and I could climb with ease.
High in the limbs though I was small
At home in tops of trees.
This space did not require a friend
Was not a place to share,
How to climb up or to descend,
Only to say beware.
Up there were stories of my mind,
A novelist was I.
I the hero, the dazzling kind
With empires in the sky.
All stories end and so did mine,
Not wasted time at all,
A bold step to maturity,
When childhood trees were tall.
© Ron Unruh, November 14, 2014
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Insights about Seitz
perceptibly dazzling he is, a scholar,
At ease among strident intellects,
studious inquiry igniting his love
for wisdom, ancient purview of koheleth,
Assembler of insights in proverbs
and the knotty interplay in song of songs
and ecclesiastes with its experienced
pronouncement of humanity's failed
faculties before a constant creation.
© Ron Unruh