​                SOME                                                 w h mollohan               02-07-15
 
                                             Sometimes somewhere sometimes some days
                                                            Some people sum up some things some ways
                                                Nobody knows nothing nowhere no how no way
                                                                Nobody anywhere anyhow anytime any day anyway
                                                Respect regret reflect replace re-do re-group
                               
                                                Uptown upscale up-size upgrade
                                                               
                                                                Sometimes – sometimes, not

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​NEW HAND                    01-13-15                    W H MOLLOHANcopyright pending
                                    Last year I thought I was going paralyzed
               My muscles were failing – much more than I realized
                                    I did not know what I needed – but, I knew for what I wished
                                    It turned out that I needed lots of hard work
                                                                                    & a great occupational therapist
 
                                    She is sort of an extra-special, kind of physical therapist
                                    She’s A-1, prime-time … in my book, top of the list
                                    My hand was broken -- & my spirit was half-way too
                                    I had an idea – but, I really did not know what to do
                                   
                                    No grip, no grasp – I could not even squeeze, button, or even hold
                                    No zip, no clasp – for a while, I thought that I was just getting old
 
                                    Now, my hand is back & all my praise & all my thanks goes to you
                                    So glad that I put my hand in your hands – you healed me –
                                                                                    YOU, pulled me on through
 
                                                            And now my broken hand – it is … NEW
                                                                                                            Thank you!
                                                                                   
                                   
 
                                   
                                    

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​RECESS
Schoolyard, playground, freedom, wind blows
I can run, swing, & breathe the air -- through my nose
Let’s toss the ball, jump rope, or play hide-and-seek
There are no confinements or boundaries – I can stretch – I can reach
 
I am learning – I am playing -- I am growing
I am discovering.  Toss it to me!  Soon I will be knowing
Beaming sun, gentle wind, smell of grass – THIS is the best
Even when I am back indoors, my heart will not rest
 
Recess is over & now the teacher says that it’s back to our seats
But, learning is more than books, lessons, & hand-out sheets
Yet, I have learned so much at playtime-recess – more than most will ever know
To share, to be nice, to compete, to lose, to win, to tie – mostly to grow
 
Schoolyard, playground, free space, winds blow
Freedom, living, discovering – such vital LEARNING that a young child -- really needs to know

w h mollohan              11-12-14

​​                                PHYSICAL THERAPIST                                      w h mollohan             01-10-15
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Good news has riveted my hometown, Aurora this week
Mister middle-aged man has a wrist and hand that are no longer weak
The athletic-training community must be up in … arms …
                                                                              pardon the pun – up in bedlam
“Weak wrists” can be healed, rapidly – Gary Coleman might ask,
                                                                                “What you talkin’ ‘bout William?”
 
Do we have the technology?  NO! – However, I have a physical therapist
Who she is, is MS. PHYSICAL THERAPY – she can help cure muscle & joint
                                                                                                                                Weakness
Piano-man, pipefitter. Puppeteer, bagpiper, and blackjack dealer
Come on – come all!  The greatest show on earth – a great healer
 
Broken hands … Broken spirits … dead ends are truly blind alleys
Broken dreams … Unspoken words – Mountaintops are best
                                                                                  Reached from our own valleys
If I am singing ‘Yankee Doodle Dandy’, it is because … I am cured –
                                                                                                                  I am repaired
B’cuz I met MS. PHYSICAL THERAPIST – the fantastic one –
                                                                                & b’cuz she – she really CARED

RMUDs puddles mud
Wet dirt sloshing on my toes
Barefoot children play
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DIRT -- JUST ADD WATER
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rWHERE IS GLIMMER?
Where is Glimmer?
Is it a place?
“Where is Glimmer”?
Is it a smile on my face?
 
        Where … oh where … is Glimmer?
I bet it’s a person
I still think it’s a place
It’s probably so far from here.
I bet we could not get there for days

Am I ready to go?

To Glimmer

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FIXED                                         
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Fixed is a place where I so desperately wanna go
Cuz, I’ve been to so many other places, don’t yuh know
I risked, ranted, raved, & et cetera’d all along the way
I duct-taped, bandaged, and ghetto-rigged almost every day
 
But, fixed ain’t fixed – til it is fixed ... I will tell you that my friend
Yet, fixed is where I am going ... WAY -- before my life meets its end
I ain’t gonna fax it, ship it, or even eMail this one on in
Cuz fixing starts from within … & THAT is where I will begin
 
Yuh see, troubled times & troublemakers ... can go hand in hand
I ain’t sayin’, I’m just sayin’, that I will not be that man
I’m not turning a corner or veering … I am doin’ a complete U-turn
It’s so way past time … Hey! But I’m startin’ to learn
 
Fixed ain’t fixed, til it IS fixed, & this is my next dance
My fix might be a risk … okay, cuz I will take that chance
No quick fix but an overhaul & I will need your help
From my kids, family, and friends … then I’ll get back to just, plain bein’ my own true self

​MY JOURNEY                                         12-29-14       w h mollohan
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​I’ve got my shoes on – but am I ready?
                                                I wanna go … but I wanna stay – will I be steady?
                                                Too soon? – No … not too late? -- I am leaving … I think
                                                Is this the right time for me? ... Now? – Well, I won’t blink
                                               
                                                This journey … I think that I am prepared
                                                But, I wonder … I do not worry – yet, I am a little scared
                                                Then …
                                                                I blink
                                                                But, I do not flinch
                                                I am anything but scared
                                                                I might do an eye-roll – I might smirk
                                                Life is day by day, mile by mile, and often inch by inch
                                                I don’t have this, completely – It is my journey and my search
 
                                                My journey, trip, and travel – even if it’s not a cinch
 
 
 
 
 

​                INSIDE                                                  w h mollohan       01-22-18
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Inside -- is where I am
I am here – this IS where and who I am
Nobody          else is here
It        is         just       me
 
Work         School             Daily Routine
The only one inside me              is             myself                   
I am getting comfortable being inside
& I am liking the inside                      the inside       of me
 
Inside is inside & that IS all that it is
My inside is me & mine     -- basically it is my own biz
 
Inside is where I am
I am here – this … that ... is who I am
I am me – I am I
Nobody else is here
It is just me
 
 
 
 

                                             ​My Playground                                         w mollohan     09/17/14
 
 
                          My childhood playground had no grass
                          A patchwork of asphalt, pea gravel, and stone
                          That did not stop us – we wanted to play and play …
                          And then to play some more
                          Who cared about skinning a knee or even breaking a bone
 
                          Every afternoon -- and every weekend, we were there
                          Baseball, basketball, football – (w)reckless … without a care
                          No adults, no umpires – pick sides … let’s just play
                          Wild, free, carefree – not virtual, but real-time … all day
 
                          My playground, OUR playground – without any grass
                          Meet me there for a pick-up game, right after school
                          Five against five, or six on seven – we are playing way past dark
                          Rain, Sunshine, Snow, Sunset – Night’s shadows –
                                                            I really … cannot wait … to go back

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copyright pending​       ET CETERA                           02-0715                           w h mollohan
 
Easy come, easy go, the tides of life – they then, ebb & flow
Tit for tat, this & that, flip-flop, knick-knack, & don’t ya know
Let it be, let it go, let it ride – let it slide
Oh Behave!  Oh Beware!  Oh Because! Oh Beside!
 
Words weave wonderful wars waging wantonly
Men make meager ministrations meaningless monotony
Malevolent malfeasance makeshift malapropisms
Poppycock paradigmatic pluralistic pyramidic prison prisms

 
 
 

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                                                          STRAIGHT TOES                                  07-24-16   w h mollohan
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                        Note: this is a story of a pigeon without curved toes
 
                                    They called him “straight toes”
                                    Really? –Yes, really … not a big deal, right?
                                    Bullying starts with those ‘innocent’ taunts – he was not pleased
                                    At first, he only heard the usual, hush-hush, type murmurs
                                    It seemed as if he were the only one being teased
 
                                    “There he go – OOOOHHZZZZZ!
                                    There gooooo- oez … straight toes”                          
                                    They even said stuff about his nose
                                    He wanted to be friends – they wanted to be foes                                         
 
                                    Then he figured it out – those jealous birds
                                    Could not understand – he was a straight toes pigeon ...
                                    He began to question if he even needed friends
                                    But, that is not where this story ends
 
                                    He soon met this tall, skinny, knobby kneed
                                    Wobbly beak, big ears, squeaky voice, girl canary
                                    He tried to avoid her – as he straddled the far end
                                    Of the telephone wire – over the schoolyard playground
 
                                    To be continued … the friendship of …
                                    “straight toes” and “wobbly beak”
                                   
                                    

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​            PUSHY PULLY
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                                                william h mollohan

my friend and I invented a game ... it is called pushy-pully
we both agreed not to be ... or to let anyone be our bully
when I am tough on the inside, I don't have to be that tough guy
no one will "over-push" us or me ... and here is why
 
you see, "pushy-pully" IS just about being my friend's friend
it is learning, discovering, and hoping the good moments never end
it is playing, it is teasing; it is not fighting, IT IS RESPECT
it is having fun, running, and never thinking that anyone is a reject
 
pushing and pulling myself and my friends ... fun and games
teasing? -- yes! ... taunting? – NO … no reason to call anyone names
 
so, when that tough kid or bully arrives, I'll stand there ... or just walk away
maybe the tough kid needs a new friend, or is having a bad day
I'll play and even act pushy, pushy-pully ... but never bully-steamroller
because I know, as do my true friends ... no one will ever …
                                                               be my … or our … controller
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 ​-                                                                              TEACHER
                                                                            w h mollohan
03.21.15
 
                                A teacher is just sort of a different kind of creature
                                A person who knows that he or she can connect with him and reach her
                                Fearless not faultless, pushing and prodding, always timely and timeless
                                Relentless and resent-less, hushing not crushing ... in 13 years the students
                                                                                                               will say that they were blessed
 
                                The lessons, as a student that I learned, those pathways guided
                                No messin’ round, goofiness to be spurned, smart choices that I decided
                                Former back-row slacker dreamin’ ‘bout being a rock-star
                                Early on I did not know what I was after, and I was WAY beyond halfway to disaster
 
                                My learning came easier when I started listening
                                My turning ‘round went breezier when I stopped muttering and whispering
                                Head up and focus … no joking … 
                                                                                        Class is in session.
                                Ain’t no hocus-pocus … my brains stoking …
                                                                                                                Teacher, bring on my next lesson

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