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Am I the best that I can be?
Am I doing the best that I can?
Do my actions betray my words?
Am I a flawed man?
With words I woo’d you.
You became my biggest fan.
But my words mirrored my actions.
I was a flawed man.
It is not enough to want to be better.
Redemption requires more than a principled plan.
Your love for me is beyond reason.
I am a
Am I the best that I can be?
Am I doing the best that I can?
Do my actions betray my words?
Am I a flawed man?
With words I woo’d you.
You became my biggest fan.
But my words mirrored my actions.
I was a flawed man.
It is not enough to want to be better.
Redemption requires more than a principled plan.
Your love for me is beyond reason.
I am a flawed man.
History can’t be erased or rewritten,
and a bell rung can not be unrung.
But each day I pray
that this will be the day
when your faith and trust in me
is perceived to be closer at hand
for this blessed, but flawed man
Hello? Where is it that I am, and when?
Last I knew, I was there, and it was then.
You are neither here, nor there, nor anywhere.
You are but an id in the ether now, my friend.
The merest essence of who you once were,
Telepathy is your sole means to confer,
And the psyché, being, well, a psyché,
Can only defer, demur, or concur.
Eons have p
Hello? Where is it that I am, and when?
Last I knew, I was there, and it was then.
You are neither here, nor there, nor anywhere.
You are but an id in the ether now, my friend.
The merest essence of who you once were,
Telepathy is your sole means to confer,
And the psyché, being, well, a psyché,
Can only defer, demur, or concur.
Eons have passed without physicality.
Egos wage war inconsequentially.
Cerebral aggression has evolved
into a pseudo-civility.
We’re here at life’s after-party.
Equals all, without hierarchy.
We ascended beyond the physical
to dwell forevermore
in metaphysical anarchy.
I never thought of myself
as an angry man.
But if that means I’ll have my day,
then, I reckon I am.
A patient man by most estimations.
Karma's my remedy for most situations.
I am a patient man, it's true,
but I concede to holding a grudge.
Revenge served cold
is the best kind if I’m to judge.
Without a doubt, an eye for an eye
would mor
I never thought of myself
as an angry man.
But if that means I’ll have my day,
then, I reckon I am.
A patient man by most estimations.
Karma's my remedy for most situations.
I am a patient man, it's true,
but I concede to holding a grudge.
Revenge served cold
is the best kind if I’m to judge.
Without a doubt, an eye for an eye
would more swiftly my soul to satisfy.
But my sense is I’d abhor even more
the consequences of evening that score.
So I let the universe do its thing
without any help from me.
Let divine balance be achieved
by karma’s manifest poetry.
Being old is a condition no one’s ever outgrown.
That my body would someday betray, I knew
That my intellect was in neglect, I’ve known
That I have any left to resurrect, yahoo!
The enigmas of existence entice,
But dare we enter our psyche’s lair?
Only a few attempt to penetrate,
Fewer still ever lay it bare.
I try to have a rapport with my
Being old is a condition no one’s ever outgrown.
That my body would someday betray, I knew
That my intellect was in neglect, I’ve known
That I have any left to resurrect, yahoo!
The enigmas of existence entice,
But dare we enter our psyche’s lair?
Only a few attempt to penetrate,
Fewer still ever lay it bare.
I try to have a rapport with my inner guru.
But reckonings between id and ego ensue
as I try to expose the essence of vice and virtue.
Ever verging on an existential breakthrough.
But before enlightenment can be achieved,
There are revelations to be perceived,
Postulations to be conceived,
Alternative points of view to pursue,
And original thoughts to woo.
The stuff that separates the many and the few.
April 28, 2026
Death doesn’t scare me,
It’s the dying part that has me worried.
A poem of enlightenment
He felt nothing,
his life of hate
in disarray.
He felt nothing,
his festering soul
in slow decay.
A dark sadness
was blocking his way.
Then one wondrous
marvelous miraculous day
an epiphany came his way.
“Could the opposite
of what I thought I knew…
also… be true?”
And just by the asking
his heart grew,
His burden of bi
A poem of enlightenment
He felt nothing,
his life of hate
in disarray.
He felt nothing,
his festering soul
in slow decay.
A dark sadness
was blocking his way.
Then one wondrous
marvelous miraculous day
an epiphany came his way.
“Could the opposite
of what I thought I knew…
also… be true?”
And just by the asking
his heart grew,
His burden of bigotry
was giving way.
Where black and white
were in endless mêlée,
shades of gray began to play.
He saw the same things
he used to see.
But not the same way
they used to be.
Black is not so bad,
white is not so good.
He is not so proud
of where he once stood.
As his darkness retreated,
he saw the falsehoods.
Ashamed of being played
like a babe in the woods.
Now his soul is conscious,
his heart filled to the brim.
All synapses are firing,
the force is strong inside of him.
This one now thinks for himself.
There is much good left to be done,
more souls to save from the dark.
Now go forth my son,
it is a better life on which you embark.
Like most things in life, the least complicated solution is often the best one. Golf is no different, especially for senior and weekend golfers, for whom the solution is so simple it's usually ignored.
Ridge was in the golf business for a long time, as a student, player, pro shop owner, master club maker, club fitter, and teacher. Ridge's
Like most things in life, the least complicated solution is often the best one. Golf is no different, especially for senior and weekend golfers, for whom the solution is so simple it's usually ignored.
Ridge was in the golf business for a long time, as a student, player, pro shop owner, master club maker, club fitter, and teacher. Ridge's dad was also a lifetime PGA member, so golf was a dominating influence since his formative years.
Ridge owned Magee Golf Company, a golf retail, repair, and PGA-accredited teaching facility for nearly 25 years. Believing his customers were his best advertising, he offered free lessons to all his “new" club buyers, averaging 15 lessons a week, 45 weeks a year for the last 16 years before he retired.
During those years Ridge isolated and applied 3 key elements that effortlessly and instantly improved everyone's ball striking.
Ridge shares a career's worth of wisdom to help you defeat your toughest opponent, yourself.
7Windows Publishing
Takeaways from an obstinate, self-absorbed, and somewhat contrary old fart
who learned most of life’s lessons the hard way and survived.
Or more precisely, a compilation of educational, inspirational, motivational, and thought provoking pieces I have published over the years in a variety of publications.
Topics range from God’s plan and imm
Takeaways from an obstinate, self-absorbed, and somewhat contrary old fart
who learned most of life’s lessons the hard way and survived.
Or more precisely, a compilation of educational, inspirational, motivational, and thought provoking pieces I have published over the years in a variety of publications.
Topics range from God’s plan and immigration to being your own boss and gun control.
My mantra since I began writing about the stuff that keeps pokin’ at me has been “Tempt Enlightenment by Engaging and Exploring Alternative Points of View.”
When you ponder and scrutinize viewpoints other than your own, new insights and perceptions are introduced and the collateral effect are revised perceptions and enlightened points of view.
These are the acorns of enlightenment that grow into the strong personal convictions that define us.
Doing your due diligence gives you confidence in your convictions so you can express your opinions and be part of the greater discussion.
While you read Gimmes, Muligans & Preferred Lies, please accept that these are merely my points of view, based on what I believed to be true at a given point in time.
Nobody thinks ahead anymore,
beyond their unprincipled behavior,
beyond their causes and their battles
to when they will meet their savior.
The apprehension, distrust, and doubt
that their words of guile inflict
are compounded by their actions,
which continually contradict.
The oaths they make to God,
are correspondently derelict.
He
Nobody thinks ahead anymore,
beyond their unprincipled behavior,
beyond their causes and their battles
to when they will meet their savior.
The apprehension, distrust, and doubt
that their words of guile inflict
are compounded by their actions,
which continually contradict.
The oaths they make to God,
are correspondently derelict.
Henchmen along for the ride
are branded by their predation.
And after their master falls
they will suffer by association.
And if they think otherwise
they have unrealistic expectations.
It is not our job to cast judgment
nor to speak softly and carry big sticks.
We should speak loudly and proudly,
and keep our eyes open for their tricks.
All of these amoral power junkies
will have their face-to-face one day.
Karma and kismet have no masters
and the Universe doesn’t fucking play.
I believe enlightenment is best achieved when we engage and explore alternative points of view, form opinions and convictions empirically, and tender our perspectives without apology. They are merely what we believe to be true at a given point in time, and subject to change. That’s how it works if we continue to grow.
Early in 2016, when 45’s political shenanigans were unfolding, long-dormant emotions and sensibilities awakened in me, and I felt compelled to engage, but lacked the confidence to voice my opinions, afraid of asserting my ignorance, I guess.
I needed to figure out exactly where my give-a-shit factor was on stuff. Writing about my "stuff" forced me to scrutinize it, and I gained a better understanding of it. I found I have a broad and abiding regard for embracing diversity and inclusion, the import of the phrase “you do you”, a practical appreciation for the premise “I’m Ok, You’re Ok”, and the precepts “Do No Harm” and “Leave No Trace”.
My poems are profoundly personal expressions as are all forms of art, and ask only to be perceived without bias or critique. I have no illusions about my significance or the impact of my work. Nor do I apologize for its tenor, or fret over how others might judge it, or me for it, for to do otherwise would inhibit free expression, and a reticent self-conscious poet is doomed to an unproductive melancholy.
I don’t pigeon-hole myself as Democrat or Republican, merely a 60s-era free-thinking poet who realizes that health is fundamental to both life and the pursuit of happiness, that liberty should be color-blind, and that big business can never be trusted to put their country’s best interest ahead of their bottom line.
Naively, I wish my writings foster an iota of awareness for the innocent, an ounce of enlightenment for the ignorant, and a wee bit of clarity of conscience for the culpable.
Ridge