Maddening, the Moose

Well, it has come to this. Finally, and at last, I have started a blog. I'm not real sure what to put here so I will just start off with posting a poem a day until I run out of work to put in. I will also try to intersperce random thoughts and ideas, provided I ever have any.  So, I will start off with a short description of my writing. For those of you who know me, you know that I wax poetic on occasion. I started writing poetry at about 19 years old. I started for the same reason a lot of people do, I thought I was in love. I wrote about seven or eight poems and I thought they were ok. I would not compare them with Shakespeare, but hey, it was my first trip out. I had flirted with writing for years before this. Writing the occasional story for school and junk like that. It wasn't until I arrived at RAF Lakenheath, my first duty station in the USAF, and suddenly found myself lost and alone, and bereft of any comforts or familiarities, that I really started to write. It was at first a rather weak attempt to put words on paper. I found out quickly that I have absolutely NO gift for rhyme.  I tried several times to write something that rhymed, but felt like they were not only artificial, but contrived. I also found that I was lousy at naming poems. I decided to take a page out of Emily Dickinson's book and just number them. I also felt that to try to just arbitrarily pull a name out of the text wasn't good enough either. I felt,and still feel as though it detracted from the main body of work. So, I started writing prose, and quickly found that I had words to say. So, without further ado, here is the first installment of "The Poetical Musings of a Mad Cowboy"

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Long have men pondered,

Long have men wondered,

Why must we love?

It more often than not leads to pain.

Why must we care for the fairer sex?

Because I suppose, men are nothing, without women.

Just like I am nothing without you.