Let's Dance!

This has been a draft sitting in Blogger just... well, sitting. I'm currently working on something; so, I thought to just go ahead and publish this bit after inserting dates. Enjoy.

I plcked up writing again back in late April (2016) after a long hiatus. This piece was started May 9th (2016). I played with it a few times and then abandoned the effort. It is based on a dream I had of a dog who knew how to dance and how violence tore us apart. I heard music in my mind when I first started writing this. And, in my dream, I saw a dog and me dancing with pure joy.

Please keep in mind that this is just piddling writing (journaling) -- nothing is ever perfect when I write...

We met one day,
feet tangling
to know one another,
to tango, foxtrot.

{Let’s Dance.
Giving Glory to God, Hallelujah.
Let’s Dance!
Rejoicing in the life we have.}

The day came, life dealt a cruel blow
Separated the two of us.
Looked high and low,
Looking high and low,
For one another.

One kept searching,
the other bonded with another.

In accident, a day came
I found you.
And, we came together rejoicing!

{Let’s Dance}

I looked up and realized
sacrifices need to be made
giving up the one I looked for.

It’s only temporary;
God willing.

Both mourned and lived.
Duties performed.
Loving others
until the day and call came
reuniting us once more.

Taking time to grieve losses
Coming together when the other is ready
because life is meant for rejoicing….

{Let’s Dance}

Word Games {in Journaling}

Sometimes I do silly things when I try to get myself to write.

For example, on this day (December 19), all I could write was the word “blank” because I was feeling blank. And, I sat there for a while. I then started playing with that one word changing, removing or adding a letter. I then started writing with a 1-3-5 syllable sentence scheme. I think you will understand once you see it below. And no, this is NOT poetry. It’s just a game I created on the spur of the moment to write some utter nonsense and get my creative juices flowing.

Now please, do not judge me. This is just part of my writing (or journal if you prefer). It’s not meant to be perfect and there will be spelling and grammar mistakes (intentional or not). I do a little editing here and there; but, for the most part, it is an unedited raw form.

I was just having some fun. And, I think I succeeded. At least, I wrote something and had fun at the same time. And, honestly, I thought some of you might enjoy reading this. It first starts out a little serious and structured and then becomes downright silly. There is even one place where it should be two sentences; but, I didn't include a period. So, it is a conundrum. What am I really saying? Also, you might actually be surprised or shocked by the ending.

Blank

is this sheet,

the opposite of

Black.

Not a mark

on which I feel the

lack.

Emptiness,

forever my friend,

ack!

Why is this?

Constantly I must

ask.

In my soul

darkness comes like an

asp.

Sorrow rolls,

Agony-Anguish,

Gasp.

Why must I

endure and fail to

Grasp.

it’s futile.

From within my soul

rasp.

I’ve become

unseen and actions

rash.

I must stop

the disappearing

trash

the Silence.

My presence becomes

brash.

Visible

became I without

bras.

Ha!

Wordy Wednesday

Spider Spider on its web
I think I’ll name you Jeb

Why do you insist on living
giving me some misgiving

But, tiny ants on the floor
makes me appreciate you more

So, to you, life I will grant
for killing each little ant

~ a silly rhyming ditty I wrote ~

I had Dan take this picture for me because I was very nervous and could not keep my camera steady. After all, I received a diagnosis of "a possible spider bite" several years ago and received antibiotics simply because an infection was starting. Anyway, it is a tiny little thing. The body itself is about 1/4 inch.

Want to hear a funny joke? Please, if you have tiny kids viewing this post, review the joke first as you may (or may not) deem it inappropriate for them to read. I would rate it PG-13 just for the innuendo. But then, I tend to err on the side of caution.

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Why is a passionate kiss like a spider?

{Scroll down to see the answer.}






















Both can lead to the undoing of the fly.

Where I'm From (Writing Prompts)

I first encountered this writing assignment when a blogger shared her writing result from an assignment at a blogging convention. The blogger provided a link to the template. Within that link, was another link to a poem by George Ella Lyon, which the template (writing prompts) is based upon. I became intrigued and decided to give it a try.

I wish I had saved the original blogger's link where I first saw this writing assignment to share with you all. But, at the time, I did not know I was going to do participate in this challenge. I have since seen other bloggers share their results. So, this assignment is all over blogging land.

I first wrote using the template. I must say it is a difficult challenge. And, this is the result most people share on their blogs. However, I decided to go further and mimic the poem that the writing prompts is based upon. This required some intensive editing. I then went back and tweaked it a third time and decided to call it done. What you see below is my third and final draft AND I broke a couple rules doing this assignment. Oh well. I am a rebel like that. Ha! Enjoy.

Where I’m from template

I am from tiny batteries and hearing-aids,
from Energizer, Oticon and electricity.
I am from a house on “kissing lane”
with ghosts of sad happy memories.
I am from the Jewelweed,
the family of ‘touch-me-nots,’
an herb and a wildflower,
a jewel among the weeds.

I am from celebrations and unconditional love
from Marjorie, Viola, and Merle Sr.
I am from the penny pinchers
and the borderline hoarders,
from contracting Rubella and turning anger into laughter.
I am from Protestantism and Catholicism –
Believers in the One
who saves by Grace.

I am from flying seven flags and the Maine-iacs,
Lobster rolls and Pizzas.
From fanatical Cribbage players,
the writers,
and sentimental old fools.

I am from fragments of faded old pictures
and worn home movies in all their glory,
wondering and pondering
upon their stories,
wishing to know more with longing
for they are my history.

Wordy Wednesday: Sitisfaction

I ran across this the other day among my dad's stuff. It is amazing to me - very reflective of my Dad. It is written by my Uncle Verton, Dad's older brother.

Below is the words as written on this piece of paper:

                Sitisfaction

I'm just sitting down here in Texas
    As contented as can be.
The news, the weather, nor my kin
    is allowed to bother me.
I have my feet propt on the rail
    My mind's from trouble free.
I'm hunkered here in Livingston
    just as happy as can be.

I've got a wife in 'dena
    And a few kids hereabout
But they seem like smokey mem'ries
    which suddenly just pass out
As a cloud will flee from sunshine
    And leave the landscape free to shout.
"He's relaxing here in Texas
    Of that it's plain to see."

I've got my stash of silver
    And if the truth were told
You'd know I've hidden somewhere
    A poke of gleaming gold.
But that's my secret, most suspect
    It's just pennies and dimes I've rolled.
Yes, I've nestled right here in Livingston
    There ain't nothin' to bother me.

The above can stand alone as is. I love it and I think it is just wonderful. However, I've found the second part to this poem late yesterday. Here is the words to the rest of the poem (misspellings and all):

And yet, I've a brother out East
    That I think of now and then
Who I'm certain deservedly loves me,
    He claims to be my best friend.
I acknowledge it's right that I call him
    But not now! I don't know just when
'Cause I'm comfortably esconsed here in Texas
    Don't want anything troublin' me.

There's some moonshine reflected on water
    That laps itself right to my door
And sunshine the other half of the day
    Who could ask for anything more?
I've got silver and gold and mem'ries untold
    And my heart goes out to the poor.
Yep, I'm staying right down here in Texas
    no dark clouds to hang over me.

Now, you may thing I'm a selfish old b--tard
    who thinks of himself. himself.
You're wrong! And you're right, the difference is slight
    As any psychiatrist would tell if
You'd just take a moment and listen.
    One's best friend is one's innermost self.
So, I'll continue to lounge here in Texas
    And pray you're as happy as me.

for muh bruther     7-23-98

A Little Poem I Wrote

Here is a little ditty (poem) I wrote up in less than five minutes for a Jolly Jabber Fat Quarter giveaway (fabrics) last night. (They wanted a poem).

Tossed rosebuds, stripes and dots galore,
Colorful, bright, and glorious.
How can you not sigh and adore
Red Rose Farm -- Meritorious!

Pathetic, huh? Ha! Hey, I tried! And, I came up with it in no time flat. I didn’t want to spend a whole lot of time on a giveaway comment. :-)

But, I do have to confess; I like playing around with words and have done so in the past. :-)

There is one thing I didn’t include in the poem and that was what I would do with the fabric. Oops! I was in a hurry and this part didn’t register in my brain until it was too late! Sheesh. Oh well. And besides, I wouldn’t know what I’d do with the fabric until it is physically in my hands. I’m weird that way. :-)

{By the way, there is still time to enter if you desire to. It's at the above link I provided.}