Friday, September 25, 2026

Late Summer ‘26

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Welcome and welcome back. While I am creating I spend less time being grumpy. It’s a blessing that’s easy to accept. Even as I smash these words, I am simply happy to be here.

Late Summer ‘26

Nine fresh pieces

David L White

Sep 25

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Too much is too much
and not enough
is, too.

…
© David L White
August 28, 2026
Poem

Nowhere else

People have their opinions.
Regulars. Irregulars.
Experts. Assholes.

If no one knows,
except they agree that
everyone and everything is different …

(every one
((( and )))
every thing)

If no one knows,
then you decide.
You get to. You have to.

Truth may be already knee deep.
Because you said so.
You agreed.

Choose your feel better.
Go ‘all in’ like there’s
nowhere else.

…
Copyright David L White
August 29, 2026
8:01 PM
Poem

The end of the old Zen poem says: above all, don’t wobble.

And here’s a place for me to say that maybe wobble is the way.

This What

This is
EXACTLY
What

No More.
No Less.
Just This.

…
© David L White
Labor Day 2026
9.07.26 11:42 am
A Poem Perhaps

In the Zone

We might often
preface this by
stating I Am.

Yet the zone appears
as a weather event and
the I shelters in place,

the am hanging on
for dear
life

…
© David L White
September 7, 2026
Labor Day 10:10 am
A Poem Perhaps

Hot or Cold

It is not so much
that it’s hot or cold

but a number on a
thermometer and

you have to decide.
Get to. You get …

to decide.
Hot or cold?

…
© David L White
September 12, 2026
11:50 am
Poem

There and Here

To say there is enough,
makes it sound like
it is elsewhere.

There.

What if we say
here is enough
and feel it?

Here.

And don’t get me
started on when.
Go ahead. Guess.

Now.

…
(C) David L White
September 18, 2026
Poem

Inadvertent projections.

The River with reverence.

I drove over it, on a bridge,
in a car. I did not wade in it,
swim in it, fish, float, boat.

Once I skipped some stones,
plooching one for a dead friend.
Wrote a poem and a song.

I walked alongside getting
misty and sand in my shoes.
I am forgiven and carried along.

,,,
© David L White
September 18, 2026
Late morning Friday poem
Texted to Pam 10:36 am

Note for Quotes
on a bookmark:

PAGE NUMBER

TT TM MM MB BB

TOP TOP
TOP MIDDLE
MIDDLE MIDDLE
MIDDLE BOTTOM
BOTTOM BOTTOM

EXAMPLE

239 MM means that
in the middle of page 239 there
is text in a field I wish to harvest.

Were I reading alone in a room I
would simply speak the quotation
into my phone. Glad to be not alone.

TT TM MM MB BB

…
© David L White
September 18, 2026
Poem

My Weather Map

Some storm was coming
weeks ago and you, being
west of me, Westby, etc.,
were getting a little bit first.

Anyway, just fyi, along with
others I remember daily, I put
your close-by town name on
my weather map.

(Farmington, Wilmington,
Playa Del Rey, Austin,
Scottsdale, Cashton,
Janesville, & Milwaukee)

…
(c) David L White
September 15, 2026
11:23 PM
Poem

Take some time for your self. Perhaps a one-minute Joy Breath Meditation. Relax. (ha ha). Slow your breathing. Remember several moments of joy you have felt in your life until you can feel the joy as if it’s happening again in this very moment. Blessings to you!
While there is a Pledge Your Support button below I’ll also happily accept a few dollars tossed into my guitar case on the corner. Check the link. Thanks for reading along.

https://www.davidlwhite.org/p/contributions.html

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Tuesday, September 22, 2026

First Hand Autographically

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Welcome and welcome back. While I am creating I spend less time being grumpy. It’s a blessing that’s easy to accept. Even as I smash these words, I am simply happy to be here.

First Hand Autographically

Collections of handwritten words rendered in the contributor’s native language.

David L White

Sep 22

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Dateline September 22, 2026

You are invited to write a few words in your native language
and email the image to DoHappyBetter@Gmail.com .

Day/Date, Favorite … anything … food, music, places.

You can sign, or autograph, if you wish. Not necessary.

And, YOU DO NOT NEED TO BE LEGIBLE.

You will not be graded. Write. Words. Please. Thanks. Beautiful.

The personal, physical book, collection is a way for me to say hello. For me.
Hello to you, if you’re standing near.

This online aspect hopes to share beautiful images.

https://www.davidlwhite.org/p/contributions.html

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Friday, August 21, 2026

Eight Late Great

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Welcome and welcome back. While I am creating I spend less time being grumpy. It’s a blessing that’s easy to accept. Even as I smash these words, I am simply happy to be here.

Eight Late Great

Untitled August

David L White

Aug 21

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Hey hi,

As I was working on the thermometer piece I thought I’d toss in a couple recent pieces, and surprise to me, found eight new pieces in the last week alone. And there are a couple three nearly ready.

Roughly in this order … off we go.

Monument to Incrementalism
Rice Crispin’s
And then when i was three
Concrete Holstein
Evidence I collect
We may not see
Sad Collapsing
Cole Slawter

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Rice Crispin’s

When sometimes the breading
is the best part of fried chicken,
fried chicken flavored rice,
without the chicken, seems an
experiment worth making.

Jasmine rice I had on hand and
a most basic spice pack of
onion powder, garlic powder,
white pepper, smoked paprika,

and, not at all on hand, a
bag of chicken crispin’s.
I may run this test
a couple more times.

…

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“And then, when I was three”

“And then, when I was three”
is a line I have used for years
usually as soon as I realized
that I’d been talking too long.

It is meant as a giggle and
an intro to whoever wanted
to take the magic wand of
microphone and introduce
another set of lies … stories.

And then, much, much later,
the day I realized it might
mean something.

Dad was running sonar on a
destroyer during the Korea deal.
It was mom and me, first born,
King David, the Blessed One.

“And then, when I was three”
my very first brother started
hogging the stage, screaming
into the … my … microphone.

…

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Concrete Holstein

Basic black and white stack
of building blocks with a bit
of udder pink madness down
and back behind the
nose tongue.

…

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The Evidence I Collect

(such as we might agree
on the principles of collection)
tends heavily toward perfect
and beautiful even while we
acknowledge the horribly
flawed detritus, whirl pooling
at the drain…

That collection is not evidence

…

_______________________

We may not see

as many death camps
as long as we keep eating
the screwworm salmonella
and whatever else they
spread on the buffet

We may not see

…

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The Sad Collapsing Stew

You remember, we
all remember,
and that might be
the sad part
right there.

If we, or, as much
as we, might be
able to…

And here is the big trick ..
Put your solutions into solution.
Stir your solutions into the pot.