Author Archives: jackpelham

Yesterday and I

Yesterday and I broke up. I do not care to see her again. I loved her for years but she Never loved me back. She is not the one for me. Now I am seeing Today– Learning her smile, Memorizing … Continue reading

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I Believe In Spring

I believe in Spring!

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Nostalgia

Nostalgia Makes promises He cannot keep. He is a liar And I don’t Like him Anymore.   ———————- Note:  Boy, could I write a book about this one?!  Having spent the early part of my life looking more often backward … Continue reading

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Like a Suit

HumilityFits me funny—Like a suitI would not havePicked out for myself. But I trust my tailor. ———————————— Note:  I have certainly progressed over the years since I penned this thought in 1998 or so.  I do not find humility so … Continue reading

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There Is A Difference

There is a difference between Hopelessness and Despair.  

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I Have Not Once Dreamt

In all these dreams– The countless nights of These fifteen years– I have not once dreamt of you. That must say more about my heart Than the sum of all my deliberate thoughts. Change me, I pray, To long for … Continue reading

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A Simpler Man

In the midst of all this confusion there is in me a small hope that its resolution will leave me a simpler man than I have ever been. But it is yet hard to believe it could be so.

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Do Steals Time

Do steals time from be and life is not so good. Be calms do and leaves him fulfilled.

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Peace Came Home

Peace came home today. Life is horrible without him. Should he go away again, I hope he will not stay gone so long.   ———————————- Note:  This was written during an extended time of depression, during which I struggled often … Continue reading

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Just So

I love language. I love words just so because, I think, there is such a thing as just so.

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