Best On Writing And Wordssong Poems
Well...I wanted to do something silly as I did,
In writing a poem for this bid.
It took but a TINY HERCULEAN try,
All the while, I'm asking "Why?"
I thought of writing about the time,
When I didn't even have a dime.
But then I realized how silly it would be,
To write something, only about me.
SO, SITTING and SMELLING the SWEET SEPAL,
I decided not to write about me at all.
Instead, while eating my JUMBO SHRIMP,
I decided it would best to be an OVERGROWN IMP.
Writing about the CARNATION CARRIED by the COURTIER,
Who SANG his SONG SUCCESSFULLY to his SIRE.
Oh, the WORDS that he WOULD WARBLE WISTFULLY,
While the GREAT and GORGEOUS GREETED him GLEEFULLY.
His CANTANKEROUS KING COMMONLY CAROUSED,
Yet, only SONG SOOTHED him when his SHACKLED SEVERITY SEPIA aroused.
Thus, often abed the king would go,
His DARKNESS LIGHTENED by the SONG SANG SO.
And if this silliness be not a poem the rules will fit,
Maybe I should just lay down my pencil...and QUIT !!
How a person comes to writing, I guess it is different for everyone
I know it was for me, especially poetry
For year I hated it, thought that I could never do anything like that
But then like a miracle , for me it turned into be fun
Sitting there at an old typewriter and writing poetry
Me of all people and wearing my old cowboy hat
It all started by keeping a diary and writing a book
I had been threw some traumatic times with my daughter in the recent past
They say that The Lord works in strange ways
He got my attention and made me take another look
Sometimes thinking it would never end, how long will it last?
I write with no end and the same for the days
I knew that I had to vent or I would explode, so I would write
Late one afternoon, I was writing like my fingers were on fire
It is said that the pen is more mighty than the sword, that is how I fight
I had that typewriter smoking like it was on fire
Gospel type word put into verse form is what I was starting to see
I showed it to my mother, in a matter of minutes it was done
She had taught school for years, She said, "Danny, this is good"
"You ought to enter it into s song writing contest"
"Look who really wrote it for you, he is the one"
She read it again and said, " I think you really should"
I grinned, "Mom I guess you are right, he is the best"
Months later, a gospel recording company picked it as song of the year
In the contest, I won a $1000 and got the bug
but deep down inside I got humble and started to pray
And fighting the Old Devil without any fear
Naturally, I gave my Mother a kiss and a great big hug
The title of the song was-- HIS WILL AND HIS WAY
Music is poetry for our ears.
For our eyes the written text of poetry is what all poets hold dear,
but when the poetry of music is combined with the read poetic text,
the poetry form of a song has been born.
My 3 forms of poetry; Music, Song & Text.
WRITE ON
Sing your song from the roof tops,
Sing out loud and clear.
Sing of love and hate and war,
And all that you hold dear.
Let others see the beauty,
That surrounds us every day;
The blue of sky, the green of grass,
And young things as they play.
Remind us just how precious,
Our freedom is to us,
And if it isn't guarded well,
How easily it's lost.
Tell us of your memories,
Things that made you laugh,
Like when you tried to learn to rope,
Was run over by that calf.
Share with us your song of life,
With all it's ups and downs;
For when you do you'll find in life,
God grants more smiles than frowns.
Judy Ball