Fred Babbin

Rookie (1925 / Chicago)

Fred Babbin Poems

201. Dearest Ruth 11/17/2007
202. I’m O.K. Jack 11/6/2007
203. Depression 12/7/2007
204. Am I O.K., Jack? 12/6/2007
205. Football 2/2/2008
206. A Photo Of An Old Grave (Courtesy Of Danny Reynolds) 5/26/2008
207. A Thought On Thought 11/11/2007
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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