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Know Now
(With hillbilly banjo accompaniment)
If I didn’t know what I know now
I wouldn’t know what I know now.
If I didn’t know what I know now
I wouldn’t know what I know now.
If I didn’t know what,
I know now,
I wouldn’t know what,
I know now but,
I know now what,
I didn’t know when,
I didn’t know what I know now.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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I Am Dog
I’ll always be a dog,
God alone knows why,
Not cat, not horse, not snail,
I’ll never open mail,
Though I sometimes try.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Whither
Cheese from a rat is like soap for a hog,
You can’t write your mother by using a log.
A nose is indifferent to all that is art,
The opera’s a good place to rip loose a fart.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Reality
For a while,
It looked like it might be dark
All day,
So few actually taking the time
To believe in the sun anymore.
But familiarity breeds belief,
So the sun again appeared
And filled the sky with light.
It is a lesson to be relearned each morning,
That we must never,
Ever,
Take reality for granted,
As if it would continue on its own,
In a vacuum.
Reality depends on us all.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Ready To Fly
They say,
Never give up on your dreams,
They say,
You only fail if you quit trying,
They say,
Failures are the stepping stones to success,
They say,
Believe in yourself and all things are possible.
Everywhere I turn I am encouraged
By celebrities and self-help gurus,
Inspiring me to believe in my dreams,
To visualize my dreams,
To act on my dreams
And be bold in my actions,
Persistent in the face of failure,
To endure,
And most important of all,
Never, ever give up.
So once again I am here,
Standing on the edge of the roof,
Wearing the wings I have constructed
From rice paper and cotton balls,
Ready to fly.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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But Then
After all the years of trial and error
My memories are stained with embarrassment.
Even the most exquisite chapters of my life
Contain paragraphs that can still make me wince.
And so this morning I am resolved,
Resolved to fast from the feast of self-absorption.
But then,
There are these words.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Balzac In Paris
This pretentious, unbridled egotism,
Bridled by academic sycophancy,
Shackled by erudite nonconformity,
Eruditely enforced by the last living literati
Hanging onto the endangered species list
By his and/or her precarious pedicured pedigrees.
This turgid landscape bleeds sour
For want of a coat of arms
Worthy of such shame,
Such intrepid debasement,
Oh yes,
Here in de basement
I goo goo too,
This awful-god game,
La comédie humaine.
Some call it poetry.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Freedom From Want
Freedom from want means
Freedom from thinking about what you want
Cause,
After all,
You’ve already got what you wanted,
So now,
You can spend your time being so incredibly bored,
Trying to think of something else you want.
Soon,
You will go shopping.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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