About timsworldblog

Tim has things to say and a unique way of expression, whose writing has been variously described as "good, interesting, thought provoking and amusing". Tim admits to being, at times," impetuous, silly, gifted, and self assured....not overly concerned with appearance, or what others think...an entertainer and performer."

• you know me •

I hate to complain,

but some shit, man,

I tell ya.

~ Tim Burchfield

2/14/18

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• shoosh •

Yesterday,

I went

for a cross-country ski,

to work my legs,

and to ‘quell’,

this, my, ‘inner cacophony’.

And so, in a scrumptious silence,

in a white winter wood,

I ‘set aside’, my, ‘ennui’,

with nepenthean Nature,

‘shooshing’ me.

~ Tim Burchfield

1/4/17

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• a poem in ‘b’ ~ or ~ am i right? •

First off, this don’t scan,
so get used to it.
But, listen up.
You’ll be glad you did.
Capisce?
One of the very important things I learned,
from my time living in Brooklyn,
(New York – in case you’re from Mars…)
(hold for applause)
is that…and, I wouldn’t lie to you,
let me tell you,
is that…and I noticed this right away
(I’d have had to be blind,
and, bat-shit crazy, not to,
am I right?)…
is that…and, again,
this is very important,
so pay attention,
and please make a note of it…
is that…by the time somebody…
and it could be anybody (honestly),
a family member,
the local priest, who could say?
a random guy on the IRT…
Wait, where was I?
Oh, yeah…what I learned,
is that,
is that,
by the time somebody
gets around to calling you,
a ‘rat fuck’,
it’s probably already too late to leave.
(I was going to say, ‘leave with dignity’,
but, who am I kiddin’.
Am I right?!! Am I right?!!
Are you kiddin’ me?
Please.)
~ Tim Burchfield
12/11/17

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• this mouth •

Would you, pretty please,
stop telling me, to,
“Smile, for the camera!”?
Look at these lips.
Do they not,
have the look,
of, two, “stretched”,
rubber bands?
Look at this mouth.
Is this not,
a Celtic mouth,
if you’ve ever seen,
such a thing?
Trust me, madame, when I say, that
this mouth,
was made
for grimacing.
~ Tim Burchfield
12/8/17

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• wind to memory •

Was talking’ to a friend,
just yesterday,
about what it might be like,
to be a tree.
Then, thinking myself,
a long residing plant,
with far reaching roots,
and leaves, as individualized as snowflakes
(in fact,
just my opinion,
but, in my opinion,
snowflakes,
should be jealous),
and with
bark for skin –
an ancient oak,
or a robust redwood, perhaps,
(a.k.a., a ‘tree’),
I felt
a peace beyond understanding,
and a certain certainty.
And then,
unbidden, it came to me,
as unadorned,
and in as clear a language as can be
(tsk! So like a tree…), the words,
“I prefer the wind…
… to memory.”
~ Tim Burchfield
12/7/17

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• begin with me •

I was put off, at first, and a bit hurt, to be honest, when my daughter of nineteen years informed me that I needed to ‘ask permission’, to touch her hair (I had reached out to touch her long auburn ‘tresses’, and was complimenting her on its beauty), but now I see that I really should be rather pleased that she feels entitled to ‘control her space’, and to make the rules, where her values and personal agency are concerned. In fact, having thought it through, I am pleased as punch that she felt okay with establishing new ‘borders’, even with me, her dad, and for me to be okay with it. In fact, darling daughter, begin with me. That’s my job, in a way, isn’t it.
~ Tim Burchfield
11/26/17

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• ain’t that history something •

Turns out, (the First)
Queen Elizabeth,
Sovereign of the Seven Seas,
and of all of Britannia to be,
‘went commando’
(and, that’s a fact),
under all of that exquisite
Elizabethan finery.
“Did I hear that right?”
I heard myself say,
recollecting.
“Well, alright, then.
Imagine that.
Ain’t that history something!”
~ Tim Burchfield
11/21/17

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