Friday, August 31, 2012

August 31, 2012

I honestly don’t have a whole lot to say tonight. I had a great evening with some friends who came for dinner. I’m still not sure what I was thinking by acting 12 years old on the trampoline. But I did it, I had fun and I would do it again. As for writing, it probably won’t happen tonight. I did start a couple poems last night, but they both need some editing. Maybe I will work on that in a bit. Or maybe I will just go to sleep. Hopefully my body allows me to move tomorrow. Hopefully my pen finds the inkwell.


Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Unreal Summer

I wrote this poem for a competition on one of the websites I publish on.  I know it's not like much of the stuff I've written. But it was fun to write, I think it's fun to read  and for a little while, it's fun to imagine this unreal summer.

On November 27, 2012 I linked this poem to Open Link Night at

To the moon I said
For our summer recess
If for no other reason
Than to feel weightlessness
We'll jump over a crater
And grab some moon rocks
as souvenirs.
But, said the boss
The cost is high
The risk is great
And the temperature is
Oh so low at night
Why don’t we we stay local instead
And see what our world has to offer
we flew to London
To see Big Ben
And castles
And knights
We saw a princess
But nary a queen
From there we took a train
Through the ocean
To Paris and around
We ate croissants
And drank some wine
We learned to speak French
And we saw the Eiffel Tower.
We toured and saw
Glimpses of the past
From Vatican City
To the Rock of Gibraltar
From the white cliffs of Dover
To the hills of Transylvania
We saw it all, soaked it up
We raced through small countries
Monaco and Lichenstein
one day saw them all
Then off to the east
the land of Haiku
We watched a tea ceremony
pretended we were Samurai.
Off to the wall
Extending into the distance
As far as we could see
Then into Russia
We rode on the steppes,
thought we were Cossacks
As we headed back west
There really was nothing
Rotten about Denmark
The people were grand
As we travelled their land
We headed back south
To hug a Koala
We saw the Southern Cross
Mountains like tables
Lakes long dried up
Africa gave us
Safaris and diamonds
we talked to the locals
So similiar to us
Looking for peace and love
One last stop
To go through the canal
Then off to the beaches
And parties of Rio
We headed back north
Towards the pole
The summer turned into fall
Finally back home
We arrived around noon
It really was great
To see what we saw,
to do what we did
But next year I think
We'll go to the moon.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

August 28, 2012

A good day it was. I worked at one of my favorite locations, my nephew from Coaldale showed up for a two day visit, I had a pretty good round of golf and we watched an awesome movie. Wow, huh? But did you write anything of import, I would ask? And, if I was wont to talking to myself, I would have to be honest and say no. I may yet pen the start of a poem. Or I may not. It's getting late. But inspiration is returning. My eyes are opening again to the wonderful things and people around me that I can write about. It feels good. Run with it! Write with it!

Monday, August 27, 2012

August 27, 2012

I may have just written my quirkiest poem to date. I was inspired by a fellow poet, a brilliant talent. She convinced me to write about the first thing I see. So, tonight when I crawled into bed, I looked out my window. And saw the moon. I took up the advice of my fellow poet, and wrote. It may not be a masterpiece, it may not be very good at all. But it is a poem. And I am proud of it. It was a neat way to find inspiration, and I will do it again soon. But not tonight. It's time to sleep. Goodnight moon.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

August 25, 2012

A million words are running in my brain, and do you think I can string together any of them to form a coherent thought? No. Not a chance. I am confident that I am on the verge of penning another poem or two that I will be proud of. I just have to wait for the exact moment in which to write. I'll know it when it shows up. I have had this before. My best work (not saying it's good, just that it's the best I got) has been those writings that flow very quickly out of my fingertips, and require very little, if any, editing. Unfortunately, those moments happen either when I am in the shower (and have to mad scramble out and head for my nearest writing device) or at 3 in the morning (when I scramble for nothing and promptly forget the brilliant words). Such is my lot. It's coming again. I can feel it. Now I need to decide if I want to shower or sleep. Judging by the time, I will sleep. See you at 3am, words. And I'll forget you by 3:07.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

August 23, 2012

Over the past couple days, I have written two poems. I am pleased with both of them, although I may do some editing on the one I wrote today. The one I wrote a couple days ago will never see the light of Fifafan, because it is not family friendly. My wife read it, and liked it. That's all that matters. I also published a poem, which I hope is well received. It is hard to know what people think...I get very little feedback. But that's ok. I love the journey I take when I write a new poem, and the wonderful feeling of accomplishment when I deem one ready for publishing. Feedback is a bonus, not validation. The journey is why I write. Travel on!

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Fading Reality

I try to recall
the last time
I saw you
but the memory is faint
It used to be so easy
to imagine your face,
to envision your body
Yes, it was so clear
Something has changed
not in you, but in me
Your features fail
Your shape disappears
Driven by fantasy
I recreate you
into what I think
you should be
I know it's not real
A trick of the mind
My tears well up
You're simply not there
I long to see you again
If only to fuel
What can only be
A dream.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Iced Capp Recipe

For those of you who asked, here it is.  The recipe for iced capps. This recipe is very adjustable...try different things!

2-3 tsp instant coffee (I used Nescafe French Vanilla Instant coffee)
1 tsp sweetner
3 tbsp warm water
6oz milk
1 tray frozen water

I do the following in my Single Shot Magic Bullet

Mix (shake it) warm water, sugar and coffee until frothy
Add milk and a tray of ice cubes
Mix in Magic Bullet


Saturday, August 18, 2012

August 18, 2012

6 days it has been since I've written anything. I think that I am missing the purpose of this journal. I am supposed to write everyday so that I stay in the habit of writing. Even my poetry has suffered at the expense of laziness. I search for inspiration, but nothing comes to me. But I don't think it is a lack of inspiration is a thing where I am not writing. Or reading. I have mentioned before that to need to read in order to write. I need to get re-focused. That is my promise to myself. To get back in the groove. I am looking forward to getting creative again.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

August 12, 2012

I may have made a mistake. I have not been writing as much as I would like, and I have not penned a poem worth its weight in ink for quite some time. Why? Or better yet...why not? This brings me back to the mistake I referred to. When I started writing poetry, I wrote for me. I wrote the words that somehow appeared at my fingertips. I found inspiration all around me...mostly in the people I like and love. Emotion and passion were there. But something changed. I became complacent. I stopped seeing the inspiration.  Worst of all, I stopped writing. Again. This is a common problem in my life. I stop writing. Not even my journal was receiving any love. I am feeling quite low at this point. But, it will not be the end. I am going to fight my way through this and start writing again. I may not publish a poem on my website or any other website for a bit. But I will write. I will compose. Good grief, I may even rhyme something. Won't that be a change?


To Be Your Friend

What would it be like
to be with you
as a friend
a confidante?
I'd love to talk with you
to walk with you
as we make our way
towards the rainbow
Will you trust me
with your secrets?
With your cares
and worries?
I would share
my emotions.
But could you
cry with me?
Your tears would blend
with the rain that falls
Our laughter
echoing like thunder
I'd hold your hand
if only to see
how well
it fits.
I'd hug you
to know
how well our bodies
Mostly I would listen
to your heart,
your voice.
Friend. Forever.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

August 7, 2012

Here I sit, in the heat…drinking a cold homebrew, and wondering what to write. I have a couple poems on the go, but I need to do some editing on them.  None of them is close to my best stuff, but hopefully I can change that. I am exercising patience. I think I have to get into the habit (again) of writing down my ideas when they come to me. I had some really positive thoughts earlier today, but failed to make a note of them. Not good, because now I have forgotten them. Hopefully they return. But not at 2 in the morning. That would make me angry. But for now, I am serene and relaxed. I hope it lasts.


Saturday, August 4, 2012


what can withstand
the hottest fire
steel is melted
into swords
love and passion
melt into nothing
from the heat
of the forge
burning inside
tears fall
into a pool
of despair
on your knees
an anguished soul
water drenches
flames to embers
the fury of hate
of lust, of anger
holds no sway
on the penitent
look to the cross
sacrifice of one
for many
rejoice always

August 4, 2012

Holidays are almost over. It is time to get back to some serious writing. I hope to continue working on some short stories and of course, poetry. Life is going to settle into a regular routine again and that should make it much easier to get into the habit of writing. I will start keeping my eyes and ears open for inspiration. Much greater effort needs to be put in. Holidays were great, but I accomplished pretty much nothing. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Now it changes. Now it simply becomes the best. End of story.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

August 1, 2012

Yep. Holidays turned out like I thought. Minimal writing, no inspiration and very little desire to write. I am expecting to start working on some poems once I am back home and back into a bit of a normal routine. I must say that our vacation in Coaldale has been fantastic. It was great hanging out out with the folks and seeing my brother in law and his family again. We don't see each other often, but I am very happy we did this past week. Maybe that's the inspiration I need. Family ties, good times and good food and drink. I will sleep on that.