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Johnny Rhymer

A hole is more honorable than a patch. (Irish proverb)

About Me

Like Shakespeare showed us, life is a three act play. Myself, I believe each act lasts about 30 years. Now I have recently entered Act Three, and my goal, at this point, is to keep myself mentally and physically healthy through age 90. Then I will have experienced each act in its entirety. Anything after 90 will be a curtain call.
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My Interests

writing irrelevant rhymes; Friday night basketball; lightning, full moons, fog, the sea (calm or angry); black and white movies; dinner with my darling daughter; playoffs, poetry, potatoes, "craic", existential overtones, stained-glass windows, rocks, mongrels, changing seasons, drinking from snifters...

I'd like to meet:

kindred spirits

Music:

Kinks, Stones, Pogues, Thin Lizzy, Grateful Dead, Faces, Flogging Molly, Silly Wizard, Lunasa, Christy Moore, Sandy Denny, Van Morrison, Townes VanZandt, Leonard Cohen, Nick Cave, Bob Dylan, Bob Seger, Bobby Leger, Hector Berlioz, Alejandro Escovedo, Gillian Welch, Lucinda Williams, The Handsome Family, Elvis (pre-Vegas), Sleepy LaBeef, Buddy Holly, Johnny Cash, Hank Williams, Willie Nelson, Web Pierce, Gram Parsons, Paul Siebel, Neil Young, Vivaldi, Spike Emerson Society, J.Geils, John Prine, John Lennon, Huey Lewis, Tom Waits, Kitaro...

Movies:

The Seventh Seal, King of Hearts, Performance...

Books:

Myth of Sisyphus (Albert Camus), Steppenwolf (Herman Hesse), Orthodoxy (G.K.Chesterton), Anam Cara (John O'Donohue), Common Sense (Tom Paine), Edgar Allan Poe, Celtic mythology...

Heroes:

Mr. Natural, Finn McCool, Sisyphus

My Blog

Session at the Behan

Scored last free stoolmidships at the barmischief in the airsession shivering the bonestwin violins tonightpiper in midflightnon-yapping napping dogsbeen-here-before demeanorlong hair takes up collect...
Posted by Johnny Rhymer on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 08:46:00 PST

Salemhell

Sipping absinthe from a snifterin no time I'll be a drifterfrom this rickety body of mineinto the realm of the sublimewould you kindly meet me therebring along your savoir-fairein otherworldly pathway...
Posted by Johnny Rhymer on Sun, 05 Oct 2008 08:40:00 PST

The Therapists Advice

Put your faith in the placeboand watch your troubles disappearget yourself a new tattooand change the color of your hairsend your ex some flowerswith a nasty note insideroll down your power windowand ...
Posted by Johnny Rhymer on Mon, 29 Sep 2008 08:34:00 PST

(yeah, right, mate)

Trees are mirrors they tell me(yeah, right, mate)we don't change fundamentally, reallyjust grow new limbsthat multiply into branchesthat sport leaves that latch onto the seasonseven flowering for some...
Posted by Johnny Rhymer on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 06:34:00 PST

Message from the Spirit World

A wise man saidwhen you come to a fork in the roadtake ita poor man saidwhen you get a chance to lighten your loadfake ita sad man saidwhen you find yourself facing the forebodeforsake ita droll man s...
Posted by Johnny Rhymer on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 08:43:00 PST

Early Twilight Freedom

Traipsing through thebirch grove at arnoldaboretum callingout to each byname in the earlytwilight freedomfirst up are threeamigos with a crookedlimb apiece followedby the ballerina twinscaught in arab...
Posted by Johnny Rhymer on Sun, 07 Sep 2008 08:01:00 PST

Headcase at Heart

I'm just a headcase at hearttrying to make it through my plightwithout another false startin the blue moonlightfeeling miles apartfrom any past delightinching closer to the sparkthat will ignite the s...
Posted by Johnny Rhymer on Thu, 04 Sep 2008 08:56:00 PST

What's He Thinking?

Gaggle of gracklesravenous wrensdescend upon my lawnto picnic onthe seeds laid outthat very mornjust takes one birdto spread the wordas far astwo woods overnow bumpinginto one anotherchirping, burping...
Posted by Johnny Rhymer on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 07:54:00 PST

I Think I See a Door

It's Tuesday, lose day, bad news daywhat am I gonna do?refuse day, blues day, abuse daywho am I gonna blame?no clues day, screws day, short fuse daywhere am I gonna hide?f-yous day, booze day, no shoe...
Posted by Johnny Rhymer on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 05:59:00 PST

Murderers, Thieves & Lovers

Time crawlswhen you're killin' itthough neverquite coming to a haltwe're murderers allwhen you think of itgetting away more often than notso one might saythat killin's okdone moderatelywith a measure ...
Posted by Johnny Rhymer on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 08:05:00 PST