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Wednesday, March 26, 2025
Sunday, March 23, 2025
Any Port In A Storm
I've found no refuge in any vicarage,
nor upon any altar, I've sacrificed
my life in this lonely harbourage.
Saturday, March 8, 2025
Ten Years
In ten years wars can be conquered or lost,
Families can lose their sire's lineage
Whilst kings and queens tally the plunder
The fatuity of death’s percentage.
In ten years wives can bear enough children
To fill an endless ephemeral vacuum
Yet, to lapse within a lifetime
Only to be isolated in a tomb.
The hundredth monkey phenomenon
Merges with the third mouse out of the hole
Watching an owl hoot out maxims
Marginalized under a circus menagerie tentpole.
In ten years, through the pale and grim
As we all travel through the valley of tears
Where heroes, friends, and lovers exit
To never see the light shine upon the unused years.
Tuesday, March 4, 2025
Monday, March 3, 2025
Hardesty’s Humor
The Beatles sadly went from the Fab Four down to The Threetles then down to The Twootles!
- John Hardesty
Thursday, February 20, 2025
Hardesty’s Psalms
Wednesday, February 19, 2025
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Avoid distress; forlorn hope, threadbare of loneliness, even Icarus’ boldness, jubilation, and carelessness bedeviled his own ego. Tak...
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Sitting in a death chair at the Cleveland Cancer Center whilst my body is being pumped with platinum grade-A poison. The six hours of...
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We always played cards in the back of Squire's Bar and Grill, a little hole in the wall place. I lost that night at cards a...