Two Poems by Ray Spitzenberger

All Things End was written by Ray Spitzenberger on November 29, 2017. Marching to a Different Drummer was written on 21 December 2017.






all things end

ipso facto

before they end

dum spiro spero

they wind down

de facto

it’s the winding down

status quo

that breaks my heart

kyrie eleison

things begin and end

carpe noctem

it’s the in-between that smarts

terra incognita

especially the far end of in-between

eheu, fugaces labuntur anni

when you say goodbye to so much

ad hoc

it’s sad to face the truth of no more

ex nihilo nihil fit

except that the end is the beginning

in saecula saeculorum





God said,

“Judge not, that ye be not judged.”

Ta-boom, ta-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom.

Eliot said,

“It is never too late to be what you might have been . . .”

Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat-tat.

Picasso said,

“Every child is an artist.

The problem is

How to remain an artist once he grows up . . .”

Tat-a-rat-tat-tat, tat-a-rat-tat.

Mozart said,

“The music is not in the notes,

But in the silence between . . .”

Rat  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  tat-tat.

Einstein said,

“Logic will get you from A to B.

Imagination will take you everywhere.”


Nin said,

“We don’t see things as they are,

We see them as we are . . . “

Tat-a-rat-tat, rat-a-tat-rat-rat.

I say,

“Working in solitude every day

To write poetry makes me deliriously happy . . .”


Don’t ever condemn a person

For marching to a different drummer.


Poems By Ray Spitzenberger – The Old House

The Old House was written by Ray Spitzenberger was written November 10, 2017.


So what happens to the old house now?

Now that it’s been re-occupied by a young couple

Who love its oldness?

The one now gone used to move about the house

With such energy

That the windows would rattle.

They still rattle.

The new owners’ dog

Wouldn’t go into the living room.

“It’s OK,” the new owner’s wife said,

“She had a dog, too,

And he likes you, — so does she!”

Her dog went in and jumped on the couch.

The owner’s wife said to her husband,

And to the dog,

“This house seems warm and happy!

“I tell you, from the moment I walked in, this house smiled,

And it still smiles.”

Her husband rolled his eyes.

The dog, moving over a bit as if to share the space,

Yawned and closed his eyes.

Her husband went out, slamming the door.

“Don’t worry,” she said

To the shadow on the rocking chair.

The shadow moved away from the chair,

The new owner’s wife sat down in it

And smiled.