S2 – A Product Of Silverstein & Seuss

February, 2009



By Shel Silverstein

All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas

Layin’ in the sun,

Talkin’ ’bout the things

They woulda coulda shoulda done…

But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas

All ran away and hid

From one little Did.

In my past life, as a teacher, I would often use the above poem by Shel Silverstein to emphasize to my students the need to do assignments in a timely manner. I’m sure you can remember times when someone said to you: I woulda… , or I coulda…. or I shoulda… done “such and such.”

It seems to me that this poem is an excellent personal mantra to ward off procrastination. Anytime one is faced with “putting things off to another time,” s/he should say the poem to her/himself. It’s cute and to the point.

The poem is from Silverstein’s book Falling Up, published in 1996. It contains many good poems but the “Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda” poem is my favorite. I find Shel Silverstein and Dr. Seuss to be two very interesting poets. They both appeal to children and also are very popular with adults.

OK, so I’ve mentioned Dr. Seuss (real name, Theodor Seuss Geisel) and I’ll bet you are wondering if I have a favorite from him.

Yep, I do, in fact two,

and here they are, especially for you. :-)


“Today you are You,

that is truer than true.

There is no one alive who is

You-er than You.”

-Dr. Seuss

“Be who you are and say what you feel

Because those who mind don’t matter 

and those who matter don’t mind.”

-Dr. Seuss


If thinking requires food, then Silverstein and Seuss provide “organic” food for thought.

Just my opinion – what do you think?


Shel Silverstein


Dr. Seuss



Love And Time Poem?

January, 2009


Love And Time

Love is a quality

Time is a quantity

Love is a qualitative piece of eternity

Time is a quantitative piece of eternity

Should love be timed?

Should time be loved?

I’m thinking there is a connection between love and time.  The “poem” above gives you an idea of what I mean.  I put the word “poem” in quotes to emphasize that I’m not comfortable in declaring that it is a poem.  Verbiage, statements, rambling, etc. might be better descriptions, but for now, I think I will call it poetry.

Now let’s dive deeper into love and time.  There is a short story entitled “Love And Time” that shows how love and other feelings we humans have can be metaphorically viewed. The last line declares that only time is capable of understanding how valuable love is.  How true.

From my point of view, being a person who is beyond mature, time truly has given me the understanding of how valuable love is.  As a child, I saw love as a “feel-good” emotion.  I now see love as an emotion that I only understand with the passing of time AND that for love to be true it must be tested with time.

Perhaps Laura Nyro said it best in her song Time And Love .  She sang that “nothing cures like time and love.”  If it takes time to have true love and love is, at least in my opinion, a good and “curing” emotion, then indeed, I have the answers to my questions.

Should love be timed?  YES!

Should time be loved?  YES!



Poetry – Father, Mother and Dad

January, 2009


The 1st picture, above and on top, was taken when I was two and with my Mother and Father.  The 2nd picture was taken when my sister was two (I’m not in the picture) and with my Mother and Dad (step-father).  The 1st picture  was taken approximately seven years before the 2nd one. Yes, that’s a cigarette in her hand. :-)


One of my recent comments asked for more poetry.  I have one that I would like to share.

Many years ago I wrote a poem about my parents.  It was written five years after my last living parent, my mother, died.

My father died when I was five years old and my mother remarried.  Therefore, I have had two “Dads” and one Mom.  My poem was an attempt to emotionally describe my thoughts regarding these three important people in my life.  Note that in the poem I refer to three parents — Father, Mother and Dad.  Dad is my step-father.

Some background regarding this poem. I wrote this poem in 1994 after my father, step-father and mother had died. My father died in 1951, my step-father in 1971 and my mother in 1989. On the five-year anniversary of my mother’s death this poem was created.

by Ron Rogers 10/16/94

When my father died I was very young,
And my mother told me while yet my tongue,
Let out so little noise of weep and sorrow,
I thought today was no different than tomorrow.

When my dad died I was young in years,
And my mother told me while yet my ears,
Heard much about the noise of sorrow,
I thought today was less than tomorrow.

When my mother died I was working fine,
And my sister told me while yet my mind,
Felt much about the loss and sorrow,
I thought today was made for tomorrow.

When tomorrow arrived I was here today,
And myself told me while yet I pray,
That so little is known about my sorrow,
For I thought today was my tomorrow.


Poetry And Obama

January, 2009

Let’s have a poem for the new year.  Well, not necessarily a poem pertaining to the new year but a short poem to start our poetic expression off to a good emotional start. :-)

I read recently that President-Elect Obama is a fan of poetry.  I think having a president that appreciates poetry and in fact, reads it, is a plus for our nation.  There is more to any part of life than the unemotionally logical aspect.  Hurray for Obama and our country.  What a refreshing change.  Just my opinion, of course.

Back to the poem.  My new one for today and year is:

Love Is Now!

Yesterday’s love is like yesterday’s hug -only a memory.

Tomorrow’s love is like tomorrow’s hug -only a dream.

Love is present – a gift that only can be given in the present.

Love is now!

As you can read, the poem is about love.  I like to think of love in terms of poetry.  How about you?


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