we were supposed to sing the song as a duet, Pa and me
he is a rooster, which means cocky and ornery as can be
I did my best on this song, starting out on the low C key
Pa sang it double time as if we were flying to Kentucky
I got louder, my way of getting back at this pompous he
Pa got louder, stunning radio people in WH3
My mother had seen this as she watched our eggs three
You two need a vacation she said, get on to Tennessee
Why that state? Asked Pa, who was irritated with me
Isn’t that your home state? answered my mother to he
Kentucky, he said. Let’s go, he added, nodding to me.
we came home with a basket full, egg count twenty-three.
my muse Trixie does not allow us to have writers block
or even writers slow down or writers caution
our words jump onto a page easily and quickly
where do they come from? I have reference books
two thesauruses, a dictionary, and scientific facts for kids
I open them up if I need a starting out point
begin jotting down words or ideas that I like
pretty soon they form a poem
one poem begets another poem and another
pretty soon I have ten poems,
this is in a twenty-seven minute period
I can almost always write ten in twenty-seven minutes
When I was
Starting out
They beat me
Raped me
...for treasure
Words took shape
Forming my being
My ideas flowed
Creative energy
...bought friends
Positive vibrations
Drawing them in
Vying for laughter
To lighten sorrow
...needing relief
So many moments
Stolen, taken captive
Bandits in friendly masks
Smiling for pleasure
...taking gold
They wanted my gold
While I was being poor
I gave it all away
To my Creator
...who gives it again
No one can take what is appointed.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-29-2024
If it wasn’t for poetry, where would I be today?
I would not have developed nearly as many friendships
as I have in the last 24 years since starting out as a poet.
In making friends with lovely fellow poets,
I have gained insights into their lives,
have been moved by them, and have learned from them.
Thanks to many of my dear poet friends,
I have improved my skills in the writing of forms
which never could I have fathomed
having written in my youth!
Also, I would never have felt the sweet thrill of success
from mentoring others after being mentored myself,
from being published and having created poems
which were appreciated by others.
In addition, I enjoy exercising my mind
and feeling confident in my writing skills today.
Though there is little money in it, and though
I will never make a name for myself like Poe or Frost did,
It’s fun and fulfilling to express feelings and ideas creatively.
My life has been enriched by my becoming a poet.
In my possession
Right here right now
In the palm of my hand
At the click of a button
Simply tapping keys
Institaneously a seemingly limitless
And insurmountable stream of knowledge
And information i am able to access
The only problem I am now personally finding
Is deciphering the difference between
Which is true and which is fake
As both sides can not be both right
2 sides to every story
Problem is if you listen to both
It sometimes leaves me feeling even
More confused than when I started
Trying to find my own answers
1 says this the other 1 counters
It with something else completely different
And it has become so hard to distinguish
Between the 2 even with all the facts
Because to much information
Can blur the lines and work against
You discovering either way
What you initially began starting out
To find the answers to
In the end it leaves you back to square 1
Having to decide and choose for yourself
What you believe in and think
Is wrong or right
hello soupers
thank you for the reviews of my two posts yesterday
I will properly respond very soon
I'm trying to get my mind working again
so here is another entry
thank you for your understanding
have a wonderful weekend
blessings to all
"there are times"
as I stand before the far and wide
reflections of glitter suddenly appear
beauty lies within such sparkle of tides
allowing me to feel and touch
starting out plainly dressed am I
leaving completely polished am I
seeing breathing and much more
with total attire of mind body soul
as I stand before the far and wide
there are times no other will do
SkyWatcher
10-06-23
So it begins.., somewhere
it always must. Right?
Just picturing Dorothy starting out.., followin' Billie Burke's yellow brick road,
on a cause..
with bewitched ruby shoes.
many munchkins encouraging entourage in song..
a crushed one lost.
She was alone then, mostly, accept for Toto only
embarking on a journey to Oz...
Don't ya see?
It was belonging they both tried to find..
That winding road's spiral'd beginning
that's it
that's what it's like..
Blowin' dandelions at an age before
as ages go, seeds on the wind
before the scary sounds, the cries..
who's to blame?
Waiting your turn, soon to rush headlong
her bracelet still hanging on
a battle of bullets and longing
where a hallowed enemy waits...
all shredded waves
now gone
a bracelet worn too, he..
from her., just as you.
It was belonging they tried to find,
both of them.., could've been best friends
before war's indifference..
so glad once.., yet the same
oh, don't ya see?
who's to blame.
Woke up this morning
What can I say?
It's not starting out
My very best day
Already stubbed my toe
And just hit my head
And I haven't even gotten
All the way outta bed!
But Yah,
When it's cold and dark
And I'm all out of power
I'm gonna praise you
Unto the final hour
Now, I've made it to the shower
To find it's ice cold
These young fit bones
Seeming kind of old
And I'm not feeling so hot
First flu of the year
And the boss says,
"Really need you here!"
But oh Yah,
When I can hardly crawl
And I'm all out of power
I'm gonna praise you
To the final hour
It's raining outside
Got soaking wet hair
As long as you're with me,
That is all I care
So my socks are damp
Shoes squish when I walk
Boy I'm a real mess today
Some people gonna talk
But,
When I'm cold and wet
And in my darkest hour
Yah, I'll be praising you
Unto the final last hour
dawn was the day
come rain or shine
starting out on my pathway
it would always feel fine
when dawn was the day
sat here sundowning
taking time to look back
the clouds want to sing
raining dirt on my track
but I'm just sundowning
all must head west
chasing their rainbows
it is a soul's quest
to find what life knows
so all must head west
look I'm just sundowning
taking time to reminisce
now let the sun sing
an embrace finds a kiss
so I'm just sundowning
life was being with you
you were my home
my sunshine view
wherever we might roam
life was being with you
when I'm sundowning
just taking my time
harmonies will sing
and my spirit will climb
when I'm sundowning
sundowning it seems
maybe comes too soon
time is faster than dreams
as the sun moves a moon
sundowning my streams
you are my sundowning
my song to sing
my happy sundowning
my regret nothing
written May 11, 2023
based on "Early Morning Rain"
Gordon Lightfoot inspiration contest,
sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Whether you speak it
IF you don't feel it
Some days are responsive
Sometimes starting out
It's not positive
But for you this NEW DAY DAWN
You Dear One
If and when you're feeling down
When this happens plead the blood
Just smile in Jesus and Him is the joy
For I speak His Joy HIS love HIS happiness and peace
INTO your LIFE
And even if it's not okay in the moment of this NEW DAY
IF it's not sometimes it's not for a moment It's OK
That can be real
I speak life from God in Christ and He alone fulfills your joy Your Love your Peace in this New Day
Blessed Good New Day Beloved This day you are blessed
AMEN
3/20/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23 (c)
I live in Florida which is relatively flat…this means most of the time
the paths I walk are smooth and even…there are no hills to climb.
Today as I stepped out of my house the first thing I noticed was the trees…
reacting, just like me, to a gentle morning breeze.
Then…somewhere in the distance…in a tree…devoid of light…
rising from the darkness…an owl hooted her good-night.
Next the first bird to awaken began to sing her morning tune…
as that same breeze that moved the trees…pushed the clouds across the moon.
Up ahead, just around the corner…they always wait for me to pass….
a pair of rabbits with their silent smiles…sitting in the grass.
Soon more birds began to sing…a host of birds I could not see…
adding their distinctive voices to this morning’s symphony.
I did not know the melody…or the words to their morning song…
but, in just above a whisper, I began to hum along.
With my morning starting out like this…I know the rest of my day.
even though I live in Florida…will be downhill all the way
As swift behooves,
In challenging quest,
Competitive hearts,
Race their best,
A treasure to win,
One measurable test,
For equine ones,
The World's Best.
new renditions to have compared later. This is with As starting out on first line.
Fiddle, Faddle, Fart,
My brain is falling apart.
Tweedle, Twaddle, Dee,
Oh deary me!
Fanny, Dango, and Flirt,
What will go first?
Lassoing my feet with panties,
Just to be neat!
Slinging bras around breasts,
With renewed defeat!
Starting out all curious and gay,
Always cheering on a new day!
Now we are in reverse,
Amazed we made it to a new day!
Now all we have to do,
Is get out of bed and find our shoes!
We never know what will jump out of the junk drawer
Scotch tape, thumb tacks, necklaces, gum, miscellaneous galore.
I sort it out about every three months, starting out small.
Within ninety days, it is so full, I cannot pull it open at all.
There were six rulers in here, says Joe. “But you had me buy one.”
“Of course, I did, because looking in here is not any kind of fun.”
Don’t you ever look first? I laugh at this question from the king
Of someone who almost never again can find anything.
When did I become such a happy guy
Guess I started out that way
But wasn't my opinion of me starting out
Was kinda reserved kinda shy
Not at all the person I turned out to be
Bold and outspoken humorous at times
Humorous more often than not
Ask me if I would prefer this me
Most definitely a very definite yes
Strange how a person
Can turn out to be someone so different
From the one starting out
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