The Bet

The Bet
by Seymour Shubin

I guarantee you, he said
At the end of his mother’s funeral,
That the dead will meet,
That they will look in full health
To each other,
Just as they were.
Oh yeah, I thought , and where
Do I collect if you are wrong?
But that was then and this is now
And oh how I miss her
And how I want to give
His money back.

Originally Publihed as The Bet Poem

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Now I Lay Me Poem by Seymour Shubin


Sleep is easy
Just close your eyes
Try not to think
But if you must
Think only happy
Ones, like the time
No that wasn’t so happy
Think of the seashore.
The waves
Think of the waves, count
All right, fifty is enough,
Think of other things
Like the time.
Like the time
Think of pretty things,
Like…like her,
Oh God, now the heart is racing,
Nothing feels comfortable,
Not this bed, the pillow
All right, pillows
Get a drink of water
And one of the pills
Just one more
Stop kidding yourself,
You’ve had one,
Just don’t take another
Mustn’t take another
Count…keep counting
.My God it’s three o’clock.
You shouldn’t have looked at your watch
Shouldn’t have turned on the light and looked at it
On the nighttable.
Tomorrow I promise
No more pills
Just the one more tonight
One more
And not tomorrow
Ok, ok, this one, just this one….
Please God don’t let me
Wake up dead


Now I lay me, the just one more poem copyright 2012 Seymour Shubin

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Immortality a Poem by Seymour Shubin


Grandeur is lost in dust,and strength in clay
Yet beauty is more beautiful to the eye
That sees within an object its decay
And loves it knowing it must die.
Say, love, if we could live forever
And death were dead and time a thing
Becalmed and stagnant, powerless to sever
That taut yet gossamer like string
That binds us each to each, would we then be
Happier and more content? Would we not waste
Hour after hour, knowing that we could see
The next day’s hours? And living without haste
We might spend endless hours in delay
While now we’re conscious of passing time
And spend each moment in a deathless way.
Immortality Poem Copyright 2012 Seymour Shubin
All Rights Reserved

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Wait Your Turn Poem by Seymour Shubin

Wait Your Turn Poem

Where j’all go?

It’s not my language, that, but it just came out.

It needs a bigger language than my own.

So many gone.

All, in fact.

The whole gang.

All the guys, and more.

Tell me, where j’all go?

And why not me?

Shh, shh

Just wait your turn.




Wait Your Turn Poem Seymour Shubin 2012

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First Edition

The Jacksons just posted some cool covered bridge pictures

A night at Rocketown
Laura Longon is great with a concert All That and a Bag of Chips
Here is a short story from Passenger Creek,  How Johnson Got Out of the War
Here is our friend and much published writer Seymour Shubin with The Bet
Every site needs a Love Directory so here is Love Songs and Poems
Okay another song/poem Darling Do You Love Me
Here is an excerpt of a poem by Janet Kuypers with a reading by Oz Hardwick. The poem is Escaping Every Cage
Here is book review of Witness to Myself
Elisha Porat returns with Waiting For His Return

Oh my goodness my Granny said Oh My goodness what have you done with Jake and Haystack and Elisha Porat and David Michael Jackson and Janet Kuypers. Have ya’ll gone completely crazy around here. You used to be such a quiet little place!
Who is Modern Music Nashville? They are a thin flow of water from a tiny spring somewhere.
Yeah we’re country boys  but we  also love Chicago poetry folks. These play button are contageous. Read and hear our own Janet Kuypers Made any Difference?
Ya know? Sometimes it’s The Trouble with Loving You but We’ll Make it Through Hard Times

Lately I have been publishing lyrics from my songs as poems. Lyrics tend to repeat phrases people ask for in search engines.  Some poems go viral. Some mp3 recordings tend to go a little viral too. Here is a new rhyming poem derived from our most  viral downloaded recording, Baby I Really Love and Need You. by Jake and Haystack
Here is A Poet’s Solstice by David Mitchell

Here is David Mitchell with Often in the Fog
Oh yes a Whiskey Poem
There are love poems and then there is Love Runs the World
Seymour Shubin brings us his first story at Artvilla, The Viewing
Phil Coyote returns with Greed or Need
It’s just me with Show Me
Hey somebody really cool showed up. We welcome Seymour Shubin with Joel. I think we have something here. Looking for more poems from Mr. Shubin, yesseree by cracky.
Enough with this droopy sloopy gooey sadness. No one is there anyway. I publish to the void and the bots. Don’t tap on the glass. There is no one out there. Only aliens reading this a million years from now in a distant galaxy.  Lyric is good to go  Too Late For Sleeping  Melody is pretty too. It’s a song about love, my alien friends . An emotion we humans had before we blew ourselves up. Off to the studio.
A poem called Earthen Jar.
12,000 files later I re-announce  the first poem  published on this site in 1996.. This poem owes a poetic debt to poets T S Eliot,”Do I dare to eat a peach” and to William Carlos Williams’ poem about the old lady eating the plums. He said :
They taste good to her
They taste good to her

Ah Summer Breeze always brings lovely wisdom I do not have. Here is Crazy Old Lady