Fred Babbin

Rookie (1925 / Chicago)

Fred Babbin Poems

41. Tinnitus 8/15/2008
42. Spikey City 8/16/2008
43. Comment 9/23/2008
44. Life Is Waiting Is Life 10/18/2008
45. Hip, Hip, Hooray 10/18/2008
46. The Bloody 20th 10/29/2008
47. Dans La Danse 11/18/2008
48. Song Of The Boy 11/18/2008
49. Happy Halloween 11/19/2008
50. The Infinite Afternoon 1/11/2009
51. Spring 1/11/2009
52. Picture Of An Arab Prisoner X 2/11/2009
53. Do You Hear Me? 2/15/2009
54. Oranges 2/15/2009
55. Why Do I Wear Red Suspenders? 3/19/2009
56. Leta Belle, A Sonnet 4/25/2009
57. Our Raison De La Vie 4/26/2009
58. Sonnetina In A Waiting Room 5/5/2009
59. Ruth Iii 5/28/2009
60. Poetic Problem 9/28/2009
61. Words 10/28/2009
62. Pills, Life And Death 10/29/2009
63. Softly, Not Withoug Laughter X 11/8/2009
64. Doctors In The Limbic System 11/8/2009
65. Live And Suffer Haiku X 11/13/2009
66. Lion, Lion X 11/13/2009
67. Paradox 12/3/2008
68. Talk 12/3/2008
69. Old Man's Plea 11/30/2009
70. Eat Eliots Heart 12/2/2009
71. Pool 12/5/2009
72. Love Stay Awhile 12/5/2009
73. Miscellaneous 12/5/2009
74. Stone 12/5/2009
75. W S Merwin At 10 P.M. 12/7/2009
76. Self Condolence 12/9/2009
77. Death 12/10/2009
78. I'Ll Be Home, Mother 12/14/2009
79. Our Constipation 12/14/2009
80. What Is A Poem? 12/14/2009
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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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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