Fred Babbin

Rookie (1925 / Chicago)

Fred Babbin Poems

1. Sleep Fool 11/9/2007
2. The Music 11/9/2007
3. Sunday Service 11/9/2007
4. Poems To Me 11/9/2007
5. Poetry 11/9/2007
6. Resurrection 11/9/2007
7. Poetry? Ha! 11/9/2007
8. Love 11/10/2007
9. In The Middle Of The Night 11/10/2007
10. Skinny Women 11/10/2007
11. Response 11/10/2007
12. Who Are You, Poet? 11/10/2007
13. Koan 11/11/2007
14. Life And Death Are Everything 11/11/2007
15. Weeds 11/11/2007
16. M 11/13/2007
17. It Is Therapy 11/15/2007
18. Novella 11/15/2007
19. I Am Waiting - Meditating 11/15/2007
20. Writing Poetry 11/15/2007
21. For Ruth 11/15/2007
22. Six-Pack, Where Have You Been? 11/15/2007
23. Yes / No 11/15/2007
24. Ruth 11/17/2007
25. Ruth Again 11/17/2007
26. Gatha 11/17/2007
27. That Tiny Blotch Upon My Skin 11/25/2007
28. 'P' Is For Therapy 11/29/2007
29. But Not Before 12/1/2007
30. Do I Know What I'M Talking About? 12/1/2007
31. Shopping Without Edgar Allan 11/6/2007
32. Poems 11/6/2007
33. How Do I Do It? 11/6/2007
34. Oedipus Redux 11/7/2007
35. Every Man To His Taste 11/9/2007
36. Did I Write That? 11/15/2007
37. My Muse, Come Back! 12/6/2007
38. What Was That? 12/7/2007
39. Dhammapada 1/2/2008
40. The Story I Never Wrote 1/4/2008
Best Poem of Fred Babbin

Football

With Apologies to Oliver Twist and everybody else.

Football, glorious football.
Don't care what it looks like -.
Burned! Underdone! Crude!
Don't care what those crooks like.
Just thinking of growing fat.-
Our senses go reeling.
One moment of knowing that
Full-up feeling from sitting on
the couch!
Football, glorious football!
What wouldn't we give for
That extra bit more,
that's all that we should live for.
Why should we be fated
to do nothing but brood
on football,
magical football,
wonderful football,
marvelous ...

Read the full of Football

Oedipus Redux

This is only a poem, and it is not permanent- nothing is permanent, and since nothing is permanant, we must 'let it go'. I'm not blind, either.

I am like blind Oedipus
living in my comfort zone.
And while I never screwed my mother,
I surely do have many other
bloody memories
that create more problems to be solved.
I can say that “Life is thrilling”,

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