Fred Babbin

Rookie (1925 / Chicago)

Fred Babbin Poems

121. My Word Harp 4/4/2010
122. God As Metaphor 1/26/2010
123. New Poem 12/5/2009
124. I Must Write It 11/15/2007
125. Winter 11/9/2007
126. Georgia O’keeffe 9/21/2009
127. A Limbic Poem 10/4/2010
128. Dessert Haiku 11/28/2009
129. Path Runsx 11/28/2009
130. Why 12/3/2008
131. A Senior Residence 9/28/2009
132. Virginia 11/26/2008
133. Details 8/4/2008
134. No Red Hat 8/18/2008
135. She Touched Me 6/28/2008
136. Koan 11/11/2007
137. Sunday Service 11/9/2007
138. Poems To Me 11/9/2007
139. Did I Write That? 11/15/2007
140. Skinny Women 11/10/2007
141. Resurrection 11/9/2007
142. Poetry? Ha! 11/9/2007
143. Love 11/10/2007
144. Shopping Without Edgar Allan 11/6/2007
145. Every Man To His Taste 11/9/2007
146. But Not Forever 5/7/2008
147. Why Are You So Happy? 1/11/2008
148. What Do You Do At 82? 2/2/2008
149. My Child 1/15/2008
150. Lollygagging 1/19/2008
151. M 11/13/2007
152. My Muse, Come Back! 12/6/2007
153. A Wish 4/11/2010
154. Question 12/20/2008
155. The Lights Of Earth 12/28/2008
156. Between The Ears 12/24/2009
157. Flower 11/6/2007
158. I Can Do What I Can Do 11/15/2007
159. Xtoast 5/7/2008
160. Thoughts Of An Old Man 12/6/2008
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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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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