Fred Babbin

Rookie (1925 / Chicago)

Fred Babbin Poems

1. Poems 11/6/2007
2. How Do I Do It? 11/6/2007
3. Oedipus Redux 11/7/2007
4. Sleep Fool 11/9/2007
5. Poetry 11/9/2007
6. In The Middle Of The Night 11/10/2007
7. Life And Death Are Everything 11/11/2007
8. It Is Therapy 11/15/2007
9. Novella 11/15/2007
10. I Am Waiting - Meditating 11/15/2007
11. Writing Poetry 11/15/2007
12. For Ruth 11/15/2007
13. Six-Pack, Where Have You Been? 11/15/2007
14. Yes / No 11/15/2007
15. Ruth 11/17/2007
16. Ruth Again 11/17/2007
17. Gatha 11/17/2007
18. That Tiny Blotch Upon My Skin 11/25/2007
19. 'P' Is For Therapy 11/29/2007
20. What Was That? 12/7/2007
21. Ha! Ha! 1/15/2008
22. Café Ambrosia: A Whimper 2/12/2008
23. For Florence, July,1984 3/8/2008
24. Florence 3/8/2008
25. Questions, No Answers 5/15/2008
26. Morituri Te Salutant 5/28/2008
27. Haiku 5/29/2008
28. Haiku Ii 5/29/2008
29. Xoh, It's Luv, Luv, Luv, Luv, Luv, Luv, Luv, Luv, Luv, Luv, 6/9/2008
30. Xold Age Is Not For Sissies 6/9/2008
31. Family Matters 6/9/2008
32. X To Dr. Giacomo: My Daily Catharsis 6/9/2008
33. On Eating A Bowl Of Soup 6/15/2008
34. Brown 6/3/2008
35. Haiku, Courtesy Of Ciaran Quirke 6/23/2008
36. The Chase (Thank You, Carol Rhodes) 7/1/2008
37. Forgive Me, Lewy 7/1/2008
38. Summer 7/7/2008
39. We Must Regard Them 6/28/2008
40. Melting Peninsula 7/13/2008
Best Poem of Fred Babbin

A Thought On Thought

I think that all higher animals - primates, mammalian and ornithic pets, etc. 'think' to a certain extent.

Why do I think?
There is no alternative.
I am condemned to think,
To be obsessed with thinking—
But so is my dog.

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I’m O.K. Jack

Death be nimble,
Death be quick,
Death blow out
My mortal wick.

Death and the Woman
(After Schubert)

Death was not nimble,
Death was not quick,
But death blew out
Her mortal wick
With cancer.

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