Friday, November 28, 2008

A fun Exercise (A parody of John Milton's "On His Blindness"):

*On His Blindness*

When I consider the bulb burnt out I cannot see it.
Ev'ry night is a struggle in the room with a view
And my only talent is the nakedness I hide--
Scorning me, in it's youthfulness unseen:
An Unspent coil, a snake, to serve my Maker,
far from the Garden wall...There's no accounting
for it...

...Lest, he return, chilled.

Why is God a day laborer,
and all Darkness on Sunday?
I fondly light, no incandescent bulb
Is Bright!

It's okay, I'll pay the bill,
on the 'morrow.
He'd made me strong to Work

And, if I can find my Best Clothes
In The Darkness,
I shall stand and serve forever
in a candle-lit restaurant.


Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Wednesday, November 5, 2008


On Monday, November 10, 2008, my small book of poetry will be going to print.

This blog will be devoted to new poems.

As soon as I receive word about web-availability for purchase of "The Wind Shall Hear My Words..." (Publish a banner will go into the sidebar.

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~x~ William H. Balzac.
November 5, 2008. [Author of "The Wind Shall Hear My Words..."]