From Poetic Asides. Today LeeBee had us write poem inspired by a painting. I’m not too big on this type of thing, but it’s important to do it. So I did. The painting is here.
In the distance it rose
Far from me as I approached
through desolate buildings
where no one stood
to watch as I went by.
I passed two men, two strangers there,
they shook hands to see me walking there.
It was a deal they seemed to make right then,
On what I couldn’t imagine,
so I left them in the shade of the dome
in the middle of nowhere.
I left them nowhere.
Leaving my desolation behind.
The day burns on.
The lawn is mowed,
the milk is bought,
the chicken fried,
the cookies baked,
the dog is washed.
The beans were ground,
The floor was mopped.
We went, we went,
We go go go.
And we sit.
From Poetic Asides. A tribute poem.
Life was much simpler
Way back in the day.
You knew good from evil
If good, you would say
“I don’t want to hurt you.
But again, I just may.”
Life was simpler.
Dark Knights and Blue Boy Scouts
taught me my Tao,
They didn’t want to solve problems
with Biff, Zap, and Pow,
but they would if they had to.
They’d web up the villain.
They were never found killing.
They knew right from wrong.
I know it now, too.
Deep deep in my heart,
I know it now, too.
Today at Poetic Asides, LeeBee has us throwing down haiku.
The lake is Big Blue
The sun shines warm upon it.
I float lazily.
Dedicated to Camp Pendalouan, which I miss all the time.
From Poetic Asides.
Flying is great when you can enjoy it.
People are always yelling for help, help!
Get a ladder.
Get the cat yourself.
Solar energy stinks
when you must where long sleeves
My super sweat gives me super odor.
The prompt at LeeBee’s was to write a poem about a first.
Hit The Pavement
The shoes are too tight, my shorts are too.
Why am I out here?
Goosebumps on my legs, my arms, my…ew.
One leg up and down, then the next,
This isn’t so bad.
Hundred feet have passed
And I’m gasping and sweating
Just a quick break, the grass looks soft
I decorate it and lay beside my masterpiece
My vision blurs.
I’m never doing that again.
And that’s the poem for today. I promise nothing.
I’d like to talk to all you old people out there. I enjoy your long stories. Several are quite entertaining. But something bothers me.
Programming VCRs. First of all, complaining that you cannot program a VCR is not funny. VCRs are things unused by most. Many youngish folks will say “What’s that?” to your attempt at humor.
Of course, VCRs have been around for over twenty years. If you still can’t program one, one of two things is true.
1) You never bothered to learn.
2) You are an idiot.
If your lack of VCR knowledge is purposeful because you are a hater of all things techie, I first wonder how you are reading this. Aside from that, I have no problem. You probably aren’t the sort to make jokes. If you just haven’t tried, you are an idiot. You put the tape in. You press play.
That’s the button with the triangle.
If you can’t use a DVD player, you’re really in need of help. There are people in retirement homes playing the Wii, and you can’t use a simple arrow/button combo. I have no sympathy.