Only the Sublimely Ridiculous Get to Sit up Front: The New Corinthians

By Mary Hope Ibach

My fourth book is an anthology of poetry and prose a selection of thoughts from the sublime to the ridiculous. They span topics from the 60s to our current day changes.
No one knows what lurks in small town minds and sun speckled realities.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 31, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503547582

Mary Hope Ibach

She started writing poetry in 1979, mostly about her kids, friends, and feelings about people, relationships, and the world. Searching for Wisdom after the storms of the times. Sailing into personal storms, and finding a kind of survivalist truth.

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Copyright © 2015 by Mary Hope Ibach.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2015903101

ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-5035-4759-9

                Softcover        978-1-5035-4760-5

                eBook             978-1-5035-4758-2

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CONTENTS

Song that Lifts My Spirits

The Grey Poisonous Day

I Can’t Believe I Get Paid For This

They Danced

The Truth of Today

It Is Time To Simplify

Thanksgiving 2014

A Formula for Peace and Love

A Child’s Mind - Continuation

How Did We Come Here?

Rebel Girl

Be Not Afraid - The Cure

A Star On The Horizon

Florida

Animal Spirits - Torchered Souls

Winter Madness

Let The Winds Blow Lord

All Because of You Jesus

Sanity Speaks

The Road To A Dream

Turn Coats of America and other Foreign Entities

Poet

My Soul Speaks

A War

What Can

I Say About Laughter?

Things Cannot Change Unless We Do

Where Are The children of God?

Diary of a Robot

Risky

The Sunrise Dances

Once Upon a Fourth of July

The Void

a yuppie experience

Rehab Exile

Rehab Exile Continued

Thunderstorm

You are So Annoying

Michael

The Narcissistic Sea

Michael The Wonder Comet

The Time is Now

I Raised Myself in The Mirror

Tears in The Dark

A Topical

Radical Pop

Child’s Song

Freedom Song

Angel Tree Lion

Prayer for Peace

This May Not Be Louisianan

Take on a young mermaid

The Magic Yard Flowers

Distortion Zone

I Hear The Rapsody of Ungotten Coins

Joan The Dragon Slayer

Blood for Taxes

A Fugitive No More

Let Me

Mountains in Poetic

Gambling-from the sublime

It Is OK To Cry Sometimes

Blackened Shoreline

Rainy Day Clouds

Origin Story

Open Sesame

Have You Seen My Little Girl Dreams

I Am The Found Puppet

The Road That keeps You Going

A New Axis Of Evil

To my Mom, Hannah Capoferri

An Italian Poet from the 20th Century

Song that Lifts My Spirits

Home

"Don’t pay no mind to the demons

they fill you with fear

settle down

it will all be clear

I’m gonna make this place your home."

I sing this to myself sometimes when I become confused, or I am tossed this way or that way, by the thoughts that enter my mind, trying ever trying to tear me down, for whatever reason.

To defeat my right to be me, to show me how wrong I am, for almost anything that I want to do for myself.

To save a remnant of my integrity as a person, a woman, in this screwy society.

They stare at me sometimes.

But when I sing this song, I am brought right back to sanity, just knowing, this is the way the world is right now, just messing with me, and my insecurity.

The melody is happily telling me, It’s Ok, someone out there understands.

So I sing this particular song, and it comforts me.

"My radio may be broken, but I am not.