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.
FF
Friday, August 31, 2012
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 dversepoets.com
To the moon I saidFor our summer recessIf for no other reasonThan to feel weightlessnessWe'll jump over a craterAnd grab some moon rocksas souvenirs. But, said the bossThe cost is highThe risk is greatAnd the temperature isOh so low at nightWhy don’t we we stay local insteadAnd see what our world has to offer we flew to LondonTo see Big BenAnd castlesAnd knightsWe saw a princessBut nary a queenAppeared From there we took a trainThrough the oceanTo Paris and aroundWe ate croissantsAnd drank some wineWe learned to speak FrenchAnd we saw the Eiffel Tower. We toured and sawGlimpses of the pastFrom Vatican CityTo the Rock of GibraltarFrom the white cliffs of DoverTo the hills of TransylvaniaWe saw it all, soaked it up We raced through small countriesMonaco and Lichensteinone day saw them allThen off to the eastthe land of HaikuWe watched a tea ceremonypretended we were Samurai. Off to the wallExtending into the distanceAs far as we could seeThen into RussiaWe rode on the steppes,thought we were CossacksAs we headed back west There really was nothingRotten about DenmarkThe people were grandAs we travelled their landWe headed back southTo hug a KoalaWe saw the Southern Cross Mountains like tablesLakes long dried upAfrica gave usSafaris and diamondswe talked to the localsSo similiar to usLooking for peace and love One last stopTo go through the canalThen off to the beachesAnd parties of RioWe headed back northTowards the poleThe summer turned into fall Finally back homeWe arrived around noonIt really was greatTo see what we saw,to do what we didBut next year I thinkWe'll go to the moon.
On November 27, 2012 I linked this poem to Open Link Night at dversepoets.com
To the moon I saidFor our summer recessIf for no other reasonThan to feel weightlessnessWe'll jump over a craterAnd grab some moon rocksas souvenirs. But, said the bossThe cost is highThe risk is greatAnd the temperature isOh so low at nightWhy don’t we we stay local insteadAnd see what our world has to offer we flew to LondonTo see Big BenAnd castlesAnd knightsWe saw a princessBut nary a queenAppeared From there we took a trainThrough the oceanTo Paris and aroundWe ate croissantsAnd drank some wineWe learned to speak FrenchAnd we saw the Eiffel Tower. We toured and sawGlimpses of the pastFrom Vatican CityTo the Rock of GibraltarFrom the white cliffs of DoverTo the hills of TransylvaniaWe saw it all, soaked it up We raced through small countriesMonaco and Lichensteinone day saw them allThen off to the eastthe land of HaikuWe watched a tea ceremonypretended we were Samurai. Off to the wallExtending into the distanceAs far as we could seeThen into RussiaWe rode on the steppes,thought we were CossacksAs we headed back west There really was nothingRotten about DenmarkThe people were grandAs we travelled their landWe headed back southTo hug a KoalaWe saw the Southern Cross Mountains like tablesLakes long dried upAfrica gave usSafaris and diamondswe talked to the localsSo similiar to usLooking for peace and love One last stopTo go through the canalThen off to the beachesAnd parties of RioWe headed back northTowards the poleThe summer turned into fall Finally back homeWe arrived around noonIt really was greatTo see what we saw,to do what we didBut next year I thinkWe'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!
FF
FF
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.
FF
FF
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.
FF
FF
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!
FF
FF
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Fading Reality
I try to recallthe last timeI saw youbut the memory is faint It used to be so easyto imagine your face,to envision your bodyYes, it was so clear Something has changednot in you, but in meYour features failYour shape disappears Driven by fantasyI recreate youinto what I thinkyou should be I know it's not realA trick of the mindMy tears well upYou're simply not there I long to see you againIf only to fuelWhat can only beA 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
Enjoy!
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
Enjoy!
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 thing...it 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.
FF
FF
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?
FF
FF
To Be Your Friend
What would it be liketo be with youas a frienda confidante? I'd love to talk with youto walk with youas we make our waytowards the rainbow Will you trust mewith your secrets?With your caresand worries? I would sharemy emotions.But could youcry with me? Your tears would blendwith the rain that fallsOur laughterechoing like thunder I'd hold your handif only to seehow wellit fits. I'd hug youto knowhow well our bodiesconform Mostly I would listento 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.
FF
FF
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Redemption
what can withstandthe hottest firesteel is meltedinto swords love and passionmelt into nothingfrom the heatof the forge burning insidetears fallinto a poolof despair on your kneesan anguished soulwater drenchesflames to embers the fury of hateof lust, of angerholds no swayon the penitent look to the crosssacrifice of onefor manyrejoice 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.
FF
FF
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.
FF
FF
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