I Have Experimented

I've noticed that some of my old post have been read lately and that has given me a curious look myself. I've opened a couple of them to see what I've written and noticed that I've done some experimenting along the way since I started this blog.

I recently deleted my second most read post because I wasn't really thinking when I wrote it and I thought it may have been offensive to women. Thinking back, I was angry not at women, but with TheWife and just happen to blurt out loud my frustration and the post really had nothing to do with why I was upset with her.

In general I am happy to say that my blog hasn't really changed although I have done some experimenting. 

This post...World Class gets a lot of reads and reflects the core of my blog. I believe that life in general is our place of learning. Not taking away from text books, but they can't give what life itself does. If we can't learn from life, all the books in the world are useless....that's just me.

Life Has...is another post that has been read most recently by a few people. After reading this again brought to mind a post I had written about Steps. 

Reading these reminded me of the style of poetry I like to write most although I have written a little on the dark side. 

A stroll down memory lane has brought back the experiences I have in writing this blog and what I've learned along the way. It's not a very popular blog but I do appreciate my followers and those who happen to drop in unexpected. I keep moving along and I'll see what this journey has in store.

A Bloggers Pic In Poetry 5

Welcome to

A Blogger's Pic In Poetry

This is number 5 and again Daniel Plumer is the featured photographer.

I just have one question...do u see what eye see?

Daisies Of Yellow

Slowly approach, does the Cloud Of White

Sneaky he is, disguised in upper top right

Under cover of thick and dark it seems 

Hiding behind glasses, his eyes are not seen

Laying in wait is the Rock Of Stone Mount

Face in center below, lips parched under its snout

Hand of left ready to batter what the cloud will bestow

His chest still and steady beneath the face, coming slow

'Tis a battle to commence betwixt these two fellows

See them flee the scene, all these Daisies Of Yellow

Photo by Daniel Plumer 

Poem by me  

   

A Blogger's Pic In Poetry 4

Hello everyone and thank you for your interest in the series

A Blogger's Pic In Poetry 

This is number 4 in the series and another photograph by Daniel Plumer

What stands out for me in this photo?...the fire and ice look, each giving the other their due respect in opposites, creating a union of beauty.  

Two Beautiful


A fire travels above the cool quench below in sight

Consuming not to destroy, but to give wondrous light

The coolness below touched not by its red hot glare

Seems they two admonish, their beauty declared

Photograph by Daniel Plumer 

Poem by me

A Blogger's Pic In Poetry 3

This is the third in the series

A Blogger's Pic In Poetry

Reading has taken on a technological turn and more people are reading on electronic devices and when I saw this it brought to my mind the art of reading a paper book. 

I don't remember how I found this one but it definitely caught my eye. The first click of the picture took me to Britta Nickel's Tumblr blog/page which is linked to Sweet Southern Nights also on Tumblr. On Sweet Southern Nights you will find an array of photos that range from A to Z.

Read

The art of reading in abnormal tradition

Feet in air bare monumental condition

Hard copy in hand, there's nothing like it

Twenty seven times straight, becomes habit

Photo taken by: Unknown 

Poem by me

  

                                                  

A Blogger's Pic In Poetry 2

This the second in the series titled

A Blogger's Pic In Poetry 

Like the first one, this photo is by Daniel Plumer 

 Whoda Thought

I stand in place, never thought to be seen

Stand I sure I do, mine eyes do believe

Possible not, but here I do

Standing strong proudly tis true

I have weathered storms of many

More to come, they are a plenty

Faulter not have I, years gone ago

Up to now and now until, who know

Photo by Daniel Plumer    

Poem by me

A Blogger's Pic In Poetry 1

I recently came across this photograph by way of my Google+ stream courtesy of Anissa Mayhew  who shares a lot of nice pictures on her stream from other members.

I don't know what it was about this photo but I was impelled to write a poem about it. 

To give you a heads up, this is the first of more to come in a series I'm calling: A Blogger's Pic In Poetry. 

I'm not sure where I will find them or how often I will see a poem in a photo, but when I do, it will be included in the series.

I will say that I have spent some time on Daniel Plumer's Google+ page and I have four poems from some of his photographs. This is the first and I will post the rest in the order that I viewed and wrote the poem for each one. 

Reflection

What is, reflects of itself

Doubling of single, non-stealth

Rocky hard, branches sticking

Softly seen, yellow green lifting

I am who I am, am I?

Seen as such is, to eye

Same as is, unchanged two one

Crazy it is, when seen how it's done

Photo by Daniel Plumer 

Poem by me

A Gifted Talent Given

Let the talent of the talent shine

Brightly as gifted it was given, absolute

Astounding, the beauty of the gifted talent

How bright the talent?...matters not

Resting it aside for still of time, wasted

For it is not the one to give the talent light

But true to the giving, it is His light shining

Once the talent is motioned thru space of time

Wonder not the beauty to the eye

Savor in His gift, the talent given to shine

Love Is In The Air

Love In Time Coffee Mug

There is never a wrong time to show how much you love someone. Giving a gift of love at a time when they least expect it is a time to remember.

Poetry has always been a way to express these feelings. Now you can do it in so many different ways....and here are just a few.

You know you can't go wrong in giving a gift of love.

Love In Time Sully the Cow

Love In Time Plush Football

Love In Time Stainless Water Bottle

Love In Time Abby the Bunny

Click the link

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Time's Relevance

Time's relevance is irrelevant at times
Other times, so vastly important
Seeking to achieve one's destiny
Time waits for no man at all times


Man's purpose, sought by man throughout
In degrees that vary for purpose in life
Some to persevere in want and need
By others in disillusionment and despair


Flashing moments portray accomplishments
Times even to them who feel failure
Remember one and all, remember
Time's relevance, in the hands of one

                                                         

MyQuesMark Winner Announced

The winner for the 5x7 MyQuesMark Designer Clock giveaway has been announced.      

Congratulations to The Laotian Commotion 


She has chosen the Love In Time design and you get to see what it looks like....

.....but she gets to hold it....


 Many thanks to The Mahogany Way for holding this giveaway.   

The Journey

Life is unpleasant though pleasant

The traveled roads are obscure

The hills and valleys beauty

Lend their purpose and fulfill

We tend to wonder at times

Traveling onward and on

Passively aggressive and mild

So tedious the brain is the mind

Push and shove duck and dodge

Make way and clear the roads

Though futile it seems

Moving that in the way

Thinking it done but finished not

Cause the roads clearing is naught

For now we dig and probe the things

That take the place of before

Hours work is evermore endless

As we journey through live

Nostrils filled with sweet stench

For the roads of life lingers on 

This is linked to Jingle Poetry At The Gooseberry Garden

Poetry Picnic Week 24

If Time Did Stop

Image courtesy of Photobucket

Time ticks away by the seconds

Minute by minute, hour by hour

Awake we all, as the sun beckons

Rise from the bed, into the shower

 Starting the day that awaits

Fresh from head to toe

Off to work, or whatever in states

Going here and there, to and fro

But I wonder sometimes

If time came not to be

Also do bells and chimes?

The waves from the sea?

No more songs from birds

No more wind or rain

 Silence, we hear no words?

 Hearts feeling no pain?

Would there be peace

At long last for sure?

Or does life cease

For all to endure

This is linked to Thursday Poets Rally Week 61

My thanks to The Poetry Palace for this award.

Blessings come from God, and people with love

The award you see, yes the one up above

Has been given to me, for the poem I wrote

"If Time Did Stop", with lumps in my throat

I wrote it with care, and much in mind

And they who voted, were oh so kind

I write this with love, and appreciation

I accept this award from my, writing station

I nominate Life Is that Easy for Nature Is Magical

Bedtime Stories

From time to once upon a time

The stars in the sky they do rhyme 

And the twinkle in the eyes also match
In ears of those that do catch


The sound of words from paper books
Telling stories 'bout nooks n brooks


It is joyous for sure from sea
To the the tallest ever tree


How they love as it's time for bed
On puffy pillows they lay their head

Linked to Jingle Poetry At The Gooseberry Garden

My Christmas Poem

The greatest gift given to me
Was the babe in a manger
For all the world to see


Herald as the coming Savior
For the sake of mankind
Because of his behavior


Such a gift to have received

   Year in and onward to beyond
For man has been deceived


To spend and spend
When all He did was exist
God in man was the blend


No flat screen TV
Nor a phone of droid
Did this gift come to be


No glitter of lights adorned
Save the guiding star shining
 To He who was born


That miracle happened but once
And has never stopped giving.
Love such love, the gift of sustenance

Time stands still for no man

Appreciation comes and settles

Sun rises and too the moon can

Matter not what I think or feel

But this award above you see

To me is really a big big deal

Thank you Poetry Palace for this award

My nomination goes to Bupinder Singh http://bupinder21.wordpress.com/2011/12/28/addiction/

I am linking this to Thursday Poets Rally 

over at The Poetry Palace 

Just Us?

It is hard not to imagine in all that exists, we are the only living intelligent forms of life...as we live ours, according to how we exist...surely there are others living theirs, according to their existence. 

In our finite minds

others do exist?

Surely?, we only

In this vast space?

It really doesn't matter what our religious beliefs might be, how we worship God or whether we believe in Him or not. It matters not the years of study and speculation.

Only one form of intelligent life?....in all that we have not even begun to see?

What we cannot see

does it exist?

As far as our

Eyes have taken us

We have yet to see

The beginnings of

Existence

The stone has yet to touch water

I believe it is a good thing in what we have accomplished concerning our exploration into the existence of whatever is out there. But really...just us?

 

Change Has Come

I have made the decision to move my poetry to another blog that I've had for a couple of years at least...doing nothing with it.


The title on that blog is Reggie's Thinking. 


This will get me back to concentrating on what this blog is all about. Once I get settled in a bit more with copying poems from here to there, I'm going to be adding a forum to my blog which I'm hoping will be helpful and fun for many many people.


It will be about the guts of what this blog title is.


Should you venture over to my other place, it is truly in it's infancy. I'm in no hurry to get stuff copied but I did want to start using the other site as soon as possible for the start of the poetry posting. 


That's it for now. I do have an award post I need to get done here and that will be done later today as I'm doing other stuff to get this done without a lot of hassle (hopefully).

I Hear Stars

The moon hears the stars in the

Outers of space

Speaking, asking, wondering

Why it is so giving of itself

Humbled, the moon speaks and

Says, shouldn't I not be free

To give? As my brilliance in light

Is freely given by one of your own?

Yes, but we watch in your travels

You are swiped and scooped

Until you are visible not

Until you come again...

The stars, wanting to know more

Await the moon's return

And true to its form

Its presence is shone

They ask the question anew

Where is it you go?

Is it painful we ask?

When you go where you go

From the scoops upon 

Scoops upon scoops

time over time

As long as your birth

You do this, you give

You never complain

Not so much as an

Ouch!

Again the moon speaks,

It is no bother be assured

No harm is done

It is really my pleasure

You see, the people

Seem to like what transpires

Look forward to it they do

On this planet mostly blue

So as I partner with you

Closet star who gives light

I take what you give

So to shine big and bright

No reasons are needed

Explanations none too

It is but a small wonder

In this vastness of wonders

I will do this, and too will you

Until there is light no more.

Now, we have light

No worries, just wonders

This is my entry for One Shot Wednesday. 

Artful Sounds

They are artist all

They who write, these

Words that sing, the

Facts of life

Poetry springs forth

With the sound of music

To the eyes that read

It is music to ones ears

Whether in joyfulness 

Or done in sadness

These words play music

To the eyes that read

They cease to grow old

No matter how old

The words were written ago

They play on still, they play

Bringing us to smiles,

Cause shedding of tears

They play on, in our ears

As the eyes read the words

We never forget,

At any given moment

Dancing in our minds

We hear the artful sounds

This is my entry for Poetry Potluck where the theme 

for this week is Muse, Art, Music and Poetry.

Again

The moon was rising

Above the rooftop

Rising above the trees

Its brilliance is hazily beautiful 

Even though someone

Something

Has taken a scoop

From the moon again?

No worries...

The moon is gracious

It gives of itself

Until it is no more

But returns again

Bright in the sky

With it's borrowed light

Ready to become full again

To give again

Then to leave, for a moment

Again 

This is my entry for Thursday Poets Rally Week 42....let's go see what else is there.

My thanks to

Promising Poets' Poetry Cafe

Vinay and Jingle

My nomination goes to

The Lonely Recluse

Sights And Sounds

Courtesy Google Images

It was a moonlit night

Cool was the breeze

Which moves leaves

In trees

Two layers of clouds

In the sky above

The lowest

Moving fast swiftly 

The sights and sounds

Of this night

Although I am here

Have taken me away

To my place of escape

From the mortar and brick

For a moment in mind

For a moment in time

These are a few of my favorite things

This is my entry for Poetry Potluck where the theme is

These are a few of my favorite things.