Tuesday, January 23, 2024

I Still Am

 

Although I cannot explain,


the Universe out there


is nothing less than


incomprehensibly amazing


to me.



I could never be a physicist


or mathematician, beyond


simple 2 plus 2 math,


numbers, symbols


and calculations are


far to complicated for me.



I never had what it takes


to play sports professionally.


Muscle mass, exercise and


nutritional training were


never part of my physical


and mental regime.



I do have what it takes


on occasion


to be susceptibly


prone to making


bad choices


and stupid mistakes.



I did, however, manage


somehow making it to


nearly 77-years old and


gray in this lifetime


of mine.



By the looks and sound


of it, at this place in time,


breathing in and out, it


is apparent I still am alive.



              -30-


Chris Hanch 1-23-2024

Monday, January 22, 2024

Something About Forever

 

I shall not miss TV,


it shall prattle on for


centuries without me.



This life of mine


without a car turned


out to be a refreshing


bliss for me.



My list of things


to do slipped into


the rear view mirror,


and before I knew it,


I realized I could


do without.



I sometimes think


about the forever


darkness of death


which awaits us all.



Most of us would


like to be remembered


occasionally when


we’re gone.



But while I’m still


alive I realize what


it’s like to be forgotten.


In death nothing


matters anymore.



Not even a dim


and distant light


will shine on what


may have been.



Even forever is


a meaningless


unformed word


in the darkness


never to be heard.



                 -30-


Chris Hanch 1-22-2024

Monday, January 8, 2024

Happenings Today

 

My thoughts brought me to


then took me away from you.


Contemplating and reasoning


was the thing of fulfillment


and failure, imagining such


things of human conditioning.



Rightly or wrongly, I had to


rise from one side of the bed


today. Choices, it is said, we


have choices to be made. I


say these things because I can.



There are word images spread


out before us we don’t under-


tand. How many “Qs” do you


suppose are contained in a can


alphabet soup?



How are we supposed to make


sense out of random happen-


ings on any given day? I never


expected to hyphenate happen-


ings twice in one day. None


the less, done is done, and the


show must go on.



By tomorrow these words


shall be used in a refrain


to explain something else.



               -30-


Chris Hanch 1-8-2024

Sunday, December 31, 2023

Another New Year Here

 


A New Year tomorrow,


and I am certain, more


of Mankind the Same—


Some good, some evil.


Always the shame and


the blame. The goodness


of the good hopeful to


remain. I for one have


seen the best of days


as I hobble my weary


way toward the Finish


Line, leaving trailings


of my best and worst


behind. Ah well, as


they say, life is lived


that way, one day at


a time. Fortunately,


I have had a heap of


those one days to


claim as mine. As I


have been told, nearly


eight billion humans


here on Planet Earth


with Time, The Captor


of All, having no


where else to go.


          -30-


Chris Hanch 12-31-2023





Saturday, December 30, 2023

Some More about Words

 

Words, I love the sound


when spoken.


Words, I love their


presentation on the page.


Some words excite,


some are meant to entice.


Droll and voluptuous words


be that as it may.


I find words quite sufficient,


whatever the words may say.


Words to pick and choose


meaningful words, enunciated,


spelled out letter by letter,


words chosen, words dispatched


casually or in an emergency,


words which appreciate,


excoriate to regurgitate,


words selected to communicate,


words between you and me


transmitted each and every day.


                    -30-


Chris Hanch 12-30-2023

Monday, December 25, 2023

Perspective


Oceans rise and fall.

War of worlds

shall shamefully take

their place.

The moon has its phases

to consider in orbital rotation.

Loved ones have come

and gone.

Ah, the wonder and madness

of it all.

Bittersweet memories ripen

on the tree of life.

Each of us evaluate the gift

of today in our own way.

Win, lose or draw, it’s all

in the game.

Nothing real or imagined

ever remains the same.


               -30-


Chris Hanch 12-25-23





 

Saturday, December 23, 2023

Evolution V

 


Apparently (seems to me),


peace on Earth struggles


to find its way.



Where humankind is concerned,


turmoil is prevalent on the


field of play.



Neither good nor evil, but


the Cosmos and evolution shall


impartially govern the day.



                   -30-


Chris Hanch 12-23-2023