Holiday Greetings

To Sue, Dave, Cassie, Liz, Brian, Nancy, Kathy, Pandora, Doe, my kindred spirit Saundi, to Giggles, Shirleyf and the nine million people I have forgotten...

Merry Christmas or Happy Holiday, or whatever you care,

May your new year be filled with all things bright and fair,

I think of you often with a wistful happy glee

May the blessings of heaven bestow upon thee!

New Poetry this week at:

http://helikonhaven.blogspot.com

God Bless us every one... 

-Happy Hiram!

Greetings, All You Oven Stuffers

Greetings from the fattest turkey to the rest. I hope you have a thanksgiving filled with blessings. I have posted three Rants since Hurricane Sandy (four if you count the reminiscence in my Raves as a rant.

Ranting on Sandy

But Our Flag Was Still There

The Enigma of the Flashlight (Cacophany of Reasonableness)

Trying To Get That Feeling Again

So Gobble that up and I'll see what misery I can cook up for Christmas!

Halloween All Month

Happy Autumn, to all my Yahoo friends! 

I Dressed up in costume all month 

at work. Here is the collage. Individual pics to follow, when I get a chance.

Have a great November,

Happy Hiram

 For individual pics of costumes:
http://hiramsraves.blogspot.com/2012/11/halloween-costume-cavalcade.html

This Past Week's Mess

 The Good, the Bad and the Ugly 

from the past week or more

I reviewed YAP's Best and Worst for May


The Employee's Handbook for Poets


My Conflict with HD (She has moved on, because I meant soooo much to her.)


New Rhymes about Synopsis.


About James Joyce


About Dealing with Schizophrenic Friends


A Birthday wish for a Friend


and lots of other stuff on Helikon Haven Poetry Blog

A big thank you to all my friends and fans for sustaining me despite our many conflicts, struggles and tin-plated miseries in YAP. You are the only reason I stick around. You, and the poetry.

Helikon Haven Poetry Blog 

is now OPEN for BUSINESS!!!

http://helikonhaven.blogspot.com/

The Helikon was the river in mythology where Orpheus the musician died. It is considered a metaphor for poetry because the river, refusing to be impure, dove into the ground so that his killers could not wash their hands. Poetry must be pure and unadulterated by greed or enmity. I hope Helikon Haven allows it to be so.

Hiram's Adventures in a Garden State

 Adventures in a Garden State

My yard and my gardens are pretty lame, but I feel such joy working on them (until recently nature had little or no impact on me) that I wanted to share them in their infant state. If and when the marigolds, tomatoes and peppers appear I will post another montage. The YouTube version of my goldies' on video is virtually a blank canvas, but on my iPhone you can actually see them swimming. You'll have to use your ample poetic imaginations on that one.

Welcome to Hiram Unleashed

A site for Poetry and Rants

writeHappyHiram@gmail.com