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"Murphy was an optimist!"

Deep Thoughts September 10, 2010 10:52 am

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Deep Thoughts, Philosophy, Poetry
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I awoke from a 30 year dream
And reality smacked me in the face.

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Darkness September 9, 2010 10:07 am

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The Darkness came for me in the night
With the setting sun
The loss of light
The Darkness enveloped and consumed
No brightness, only gloom
The Darkness took from me my soul
I gave no fight
For I am too old
I should be relieved that it is gone
But in place of my heart
It left a gaping hole.

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I have a crush on her September 7, 2010 10:11 am

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Cathy, Love, Philosophy, Poetry
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My love for Cathy is so large
That in trying to carry it
I find myself crushed.

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Stone me September 7, 2010 9:32 am

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry
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I feel like I need medication
I need tranquilization.

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Walking Dead September 6, 2010 3:11 pm

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry
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Somewhere along the path
     I died
But did not know enough
     To stop walking.

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Living large September 5, 2010 10:17 am

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry
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I will do everything big!
For no success should go unnoticed
No voice unheard
No risk taken without chance of harm
No conditional love
No joy mundane
And no mistake can ever be small.

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Tomorrow’s Future April 29, 2010 3:21 pm

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry
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If there was a future in my past
At present I can see
There was no future in it for me.
I awoke living each day for tomorrow
And slept lamenting yesterday.
Today I can only think
Of going back and doing it differently.
Tomorrow will be a new day
Then I can begin to live my future
Much more happily.

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If Not April 26, 2010 11:20 am

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry
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If not for this darkness
   I could see
If not for this sadness
   I could be happy
If not for this weight
   I could move
If not for this pit
   I could escape
If not for this solitude
   I could laugh.

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I was never a very good _____ April 25, 2010 9:03 pm

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I was never a very good Presbyterian
Nor a very good Baptist
I was never a very good Methodist
I attended a Catholic church once
   And was not a very good Catholic
I was never a very good Lutheran
I tried reading the Book of Mormon
   But was never a very good Mormon
I attended some Wiccan ceremonies
   But I was never a very good Wiccan
I have chanted
   But I was never a very good Buddhist

I have seen fairies
Spoken to the Great Spirit, o’ Maker of Life
Drawn down the moon
Worshiped the Sun
Praised the Mother
Oh Blessed Be!
I have been a trespasser
   And a debtor
I have taken communion
   The Body and The Blood
But I was never a very good believer

But, in all these things, the Spirit in me
   Has been the best that I can be.

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Anxiety December 24, 2009 9:47 pm

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This hand versus that
The good and the bad;
Trying to spread good
But feel only sad;
A harmless white lie
still tears at the soul;
Her ego judged me
When I did no wrong
Then I judged her
Same verse; same song.

Look in the mirror
It’s me that I see;
The image that is
Not the one I want it to be;
They write the rules
I write the rules
There are no rules
We; the fools.

I cannot live
Upon this pillar
So very tall;
Such that all can see
The stature
The nature
The me;
The higher it rises
The bigger it becomes
More of the pillar they see
And so much less of me;
As big as I wish to be
I’m shrinking
Vanishing
Becoming
To small to see.

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Poetry at 70 mph November 30, 2009 12:14 pm

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I tapped this out on my phone after cresting the hill south bound before the I-40/Pellissippi Parkway exchange. My normal glance at the peaks of the Smoky Mountains was obscured. The weather inspiring.

There are no mountains today. A cloud blankets the horizon. More so, it blankets us all. @djuggler

Theo Aukerman suggests this could become a Haiku.

With slight mods, could be a haiku: … @knoxcoder

So how’s this?

No mountains today
Cloud blankets the horizon
It blankets us all.

Hmm. I may have a thing or two to learn about meter versus moras ("on").

One on is counted for a short syllable, an additional one for an elongated vowel, diphthong, or doubled consonant, and one for an “n” at the end of a syllable. Thus, the word “haibun”, though counted as two syllables in English, is counted as four on in Japanese (ha-i-bu-n). Source, Wikipedia, Haiku

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Too stressed to type November 16, 2009 11:39 pm

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Daily Life, Poetry
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Thy todoth list overfloweth. Nay, thine own muse shouts silence. Gagged. Hiding in thy shadows within the deepest recesses of mine own mind. Today’s stories shall be passed upon to giveth thy brain a necessary reprieve such as tomorrow’s adventures shall be retold with vigor! William eat thine own heart out with a spork!

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Throb throb throb September 14, 2009 11:08 am

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Daily Life, Philosophy, Poetry
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It is so easy to become so consumed in thinking about one’s situation or task at hand or the thing that needs to be done or the impossible deadline that we become frozen, unable to do anything about that which needs to be done. So much easier said than done but the simple solution is to stop thinking about it and simply do it.

Today stress has left my head fuzzy, foggy, in a cloud. A rare state for me. I have never taken pain killers before but I feel like I could use some today. I’ll settle for a fist full of a Tylenol/aspirin cocktail.

There was peace
I drifted through space
Then I open my eyes
The ground rushed up
To smack me in the face
Leaving me with nothing
But a dirty taste of reality.

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Absorbing ourselves September 11, 2009 10:24 am

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry
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And I was consumed with darkness
So this is death
But there is no light
Death brings the light
Enlightenment
Only darkness
Where did the light go?
No, from where did the darkness emanate?
Within!
That hollow feeling in my chest
A black hole
Sucking the light away
Sucking the life away
Pulling me down
Down
Infinitely
Down
Falling
Failing
Spinning
Swirling
Going
Going
Going
Gone.

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And I can feel the changes coming on… August 31, 2009 6:13 pm

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry
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Walking through Butler & Bailey, I feel a swell of joy
I sense positive change in my life
As if I am in the process of emerging from a cocoon.
I am calm
I can handle the next part of this journey with ease
I am happy!
I exit the store
To see a dragonfly dying on the sidewalk
Slowly moving its wings for the final time.

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