Best On Writing And Wordsinspirational Poems
The concept of a top ten, is a wonderful choice
For Joe Flach's contest, your words become your voice
Typically for me, music comes first
Below are my ten, please read and rejoice
In alphabetical order, these ten you may have heard
If you know the tunes, please sing along to the words
If I ever win the lottery, I shall book the Carnegie Hall
And invite all the Soupers to sing and have a ball
AC/DC, from the album "Let There Be Rock"
"Whole Lotta Rosie" with whom Bon Scott defrocked
Black Sabbath, from the album of the same name
Black Sabbath being the track, tolling bells in the falling rain
Deep Purple, with "Made in Japan" from the year 1972
"Smoke on the Water" resonates, Montreaux through and through
Ferry, Bryan, a Geordie, "Another Time, Another Place"
"Smoke Gets In Your Eyes" his voice in wonderful grace
Mellencamp, John Cougar, awesome with "The Golden Jubilee"
"Hot Dogs And Hamburgers" taking an Indian girls liberty
Pink Floyd, with their always inspirational "The Dark Side Of the Moon"
"Time" simply out of this world, eventually where we all go soon
Queen, Rock's Royalty, Queen II is the album for me
"Father to Son" to my father, I have grown up to be like he
Rush, the Canadian three piece, "Moving Pictures" from Toronto they are
"Red Barchetta" of Italian design, a gorgeous sleek sports car
Thin Lizzy, with their 1978 "Live and Dangerous" tour
"Emerald" with Gorham and Robertson, twin guitarists so pure
UFO - with their classic "Strangers in the Night"
"Love To Love" what a ballad, the Rock bands just get them so right
Written by Paula Swanson
Here at my desk I sit,
with silence all around.
Just the hum of the frig,
a clock in the background.
An old brass lamp with green shade,
sits back, off to the right.
A paperweight of tranquil glass,
kept prominent in my sight.
Legal pads, muted yellow,
azure clay jar, full of pens.
Odds and ends, scattered 'bout,
my inspirational friends.
An old brass merchants bell,
next to a wooden what-not drawer.
a small metal file cabinet,
sits next to me on the floor.
A soggy chew toy waiting,
right where the pup left it.
She's always there on my lap,
the minute that I sit.
I close my eyes, stroke her head
and enter my own world.
Where anything is possible,
thoughts and imagery swirl.
True, ideas and lines come streaming in,
any place, time, day or night.
But it is at my old familiar desk,
where my writing breathes in life.
For the contest: Inspired
Sponsored by Miranda Lambert
Placement: 4th
Outside the storm is raging, heaping piles of drifting snow.
Inside I'm snuggled in my easy chair, the fireplace all aglow!
I've retrieved an old tome of poetry from my library shelf,
To spend an afternoon with noted bards to entertain myself.
I'll never tire of the lovely lyrics leaping from its pages,
Composed by inspirational poets down through the ages.
Those gifted folks awaken latent emotions in my languid soul,
Creating soul-stirring verse about life that they so fluently extol!
I delight in the lines championing ordinary folks by Edgar Guest,
And the ballads of Robert Service on his daring Yukon quest!
The works of The Hoosier Poet J. Whitcomb Riley I hold dear.
It's as if he wrote about my Hoosier boyhood of yesteryear!
The fire casts gloomy shadows about as I read Poe's elegies,
But my mood brightens reading Kilmer's beautiful poem, "Trees!"
McCrae's, "In Flanders Fields", as a lad I learned by rote.
I chuckle at the whimsical poetry that Lewis Carroll wrote!
I treasure my time with the bards and their poems in the book.
It occupies a very special place in my library nook.
Well, I'll put it aside since the cat has hopped upon my lap.
Dear old Simba and I will settle in for a cozy winter's nap!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)