Quaint Libraries and a Poem of the Day

Recently, I’ve been drawn to the wonders of a little place called the library. A bit over a week ago, I made an emergency family visit back home in the Bay Area. When not attending to family duties, I spent my downtime at several libraries around the neighborhood. A newfound appreciation for them lifted me up as I spent several hours surrounded by shelves of organized books.

There is something so quaint about the library. And given to this new age of constant media overload, it was such a relief to stay away for a while from all that noise.

While there, I waddled about and found all kinds of books that were of interest to me. Walt Whitman, T.S. Elliot and Pablo Neruda. I sauntered back to my table flooded with books in my arms.

It was a refreshing kind of fun that YouTube videos, video games, or socializing could never compare.

You see, when you discover the spark that urges you to go at any length to pursue, any past time indulgence could never suffice!

So here is a little poem I’ve been reflecting on. It is from “Random House Treasury of Friendship Poems” edited by Patricia S. Klein.

Take Care of Yer Friends

Friend is a word that I don’t throw around

Though it’s used and abused, I still like the sound.

I save it for people who’ve done right by me

And I know I can count on if ever need be.

Some of my friends drive big limousines

Own ranches and banks and visit with the queens.

And some of my friends are up to the neck

In overdue notes and can’t write a check.

They’re singers or rompers or writers of prose

And others, God bless’em, can’t blow their own nose!

I guess bein’ friends don’t have nothin’ to do

With talent or money or knowin’ who’s who.

It’s a comf’terbul feelin’ when you don’t have to care

‘Bout choosin’ your words or bein’ quite fair

‘Cause friends’ll just listen and let go on by

Those words you don’t mean and not bat an eye.

It makes a friend happy to see your success.

They’re proud of yer good side and forgive all the rest

And that ain’t so easy, all of the time

Sometimes I get crazy and seem to go blind!

Yer friends just might have to take you on home

Or remind you sometime that you’re not alone.

Or ever so gently pull you back to the ground

When you think you can fly with no one around.

A hug or a shake, whichever seems right

Is the high point of givin’, I’ll tellya tonight,

All worldly riches and tributes of men

Can’t hold a candle to the worth of a friend.

Baxter Black


Poem Inspiration for the Day

Just a little poem to inspire you for the day. As much as I love writing my own poetry, it’s great to read others’ too! There’s so many talented writers with their own unique voices. I surely enjoy reading them.

Here’s “If I Had Known” by Mary Carolyn Davies:

If I had known what troubles you were bearing;

What griefs were in the silence of your face;

I would have been more gentle, and more caring,

And tried to give you gladness for a space.

I would have brought more warmth into the place,

If I had known.

If I had known what thoughts despairing drew you;

(Why do we never try to understand?)

I would have lent a little friendship to you,

And slipped my hand within your hand,

And made your stay more pleasant in the land,

If I had known.


Home feels like

A quiet Sunday morning

The concrete after a rainy day

The hope in your heart

When opportunity strikes you

And nothing ever feels quite the same

It is the essence of Life

The very substrate!

It is the soft under belly

Of the old stray

Who gazes at you

And strides your way

Her very presence

Blessing upon your day

Home is a sort of melting

A softening of the heart

Something you keep within you

Even when your world falls apart

Home is the mountain

You climb to the tippy top

The cry of victory

The sweetness of success!

Home is a place

A feeling

A state

Home is always one call away

When the body is weary and tired of what seems like an endless search

Home beckons forth

When you need it most