Posts Tagged ‘poem’

Riding the Comet

Posted: July 18, 2020 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writing
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Riding on hot fires and flares of exploding stardirt
Melting into the ice of comets
orbiting through dark and deep.
brewed in sunheat,
Organized by chaos
Tempered by flame and cold
Lightly touched by an amino……I wiggled.

DSS

Comatose

Posted: February 13, 2020 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writing
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I have just been awakened from a 40 year sleep caused by a coma.  I am hearing talk of a thing named “twitter” that has an innocent little blue birdie mascot. This must be for children. I do remember that a  new thing called “arc net?” Or “internet?” would be making a few computer communications programs possible.

This must be a way for our young pre-school and elementary children to communicate using short words and incomplete sentences. Hope this is helping their communication skills and teaching them an early respect for social etiquette. When I unfortunately fell into coma, we parents were needing help in that area of child rearing. “Twitter”, such a cute children’s name. I hope my children and grandchildren had this available in their early elementary school years.

I can only imagine that I have so many other new exciting things yet to be told to me that have happened in my decades long absence.

Newly Arisen Naive 1980’s John

 

2020 or 20-20

Posted: December 29, 2019 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writing
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Well, what’s it going to be? 2020, as in two thousand twenty or 20-20, as in twenty-twenty, your hope of your last eye exam.

I know,  we have finished a complete century calling it, 19 hundred or 19 eighty-four or Nineteen whatever not one thousand nine hundred 84 or one thousand nine hundred 51. The whole century was 19-xx. We were stuck with it. But now we have a choice.

How we start this decade is what we will have to live with for at least the next ten years. I made the mistake of not objecting to the first decade of this century, allowing 20-01, 20-02, etc. But we did start out the century calling it “the year 2000”. Didn’t we?

I’ll just say that the movie “2001” was never referred to as “20-01” unless you were really spaced out in 19-69 when the movie was first released.

I’m voting for 2020 as in two thousand twenty. The four of us here at DistantShipSmoke have agreed on it. So just incase we don’t speak before then –

Hope you all have a Happy and Prosperous Two-Thousand Twenty from the Gang, DSS, E, OC and John.

DSS

December 17th

Posted: December 17, 2019 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writing
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Today is a memorable day.

 

John

Toast and Jam

Posted: December 13, 2019 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writing
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Toast and jam, sometimes it amounts to no more than toast and jam. Well, maybe a banana can be added to that. 

That is meant for breakfast. You just can’t always have bacon and eggs, pancakes and homemade maple syrup. Some days you just want a nice warm slice of toast with runny butter and a dab of strawberry jam. I’m having that today. When I crave this, it usually means I’m eating alone. 

Sometimes, I have it for supper, too.

Such is the life of John

Throwing Heat

Posted: November 27, 2019 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writing
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You know, the Sun is over 90 million miles away and it is able to throw enough heat to effortlessly penetrate squarely through my home’s slotted window shades. 

How much heat am I throwing to help warm up the Universe? I’m talking the good kind of heat, not the CO2 caused warmth. I’m thinking the friendly kind, the “hi, how are ya!” kind. Just saying that can warm up another person more than all the sunshine that the Sun can throw at ya. And that kind of warmth has no danger of sun burning. We can throw it and bask in it all day with no worry of a peeling burn  or skin cancer. It only warms the heart.

So throw some heat, let’s do our part in warming the Universe, let’s say a few “Hi! How are you?, Good to see you!” ’s for the rest of this cold-winter year. It may even warm you up a bit, too.

Hi! How are you? Good to see ya……!

John and the Gang

 

 

Here lies this week’s Friday’s Words of Wisdom. This week brought to you by OC and Alexander Hamilton.

“When a man unprincipled in private life, desperate in his fortune, bold in his temper, …… despotic in his ordinary demeanour—known to have scoffed in private at the principles of liberty—when such a man is seen to mount the hobby horse of popularity—to join in the cry of danger to liberty—to take every opportunity of embarrassing the General Government & bringing it under suspicion—to flatter and fall in with all the nonsense of the zealots of the day—It may justly be suspected that his object is to throw things into confusion that he may ‘ride the storm and direct the whirlwind”

Alexander Hamilton

 

Hmmmmmm…… that sounds like someone that I know. I’m going to text this Alexander fellow and find out more. OC

( OC… E here. Mr. Hamilton was shot in a duel over 250 years ago. )

What! Dead ? Man I got to tell ya, The good die young!

OC

As Time Goes By

Posted: November 20, 2019 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writing
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Usually I title my post after I have finished writing it but today I knew exactly what it would be.

Lately I have been very interested in the phenomena known as “time”. I just didn’t know why. Was it my ever greying hair, my stiffening aching back, my slowly decreasing  libido? No, none of these. For goodness sakes none of these, well maybe one of them. But no, It was …………… kittens.

Yes, kittens. It is simple really. No knowledge of light years, black holes or theory of the expanding Universe is needed. You just need to watch kittens, kittens growing.     

It was the first of September, a chilly, windy, cloudy day. When we heard the weak crying sound of a kitten’s meow in the bushes of our front porch. It was a distressful meow not unusual coming from new born kittens left alone. There were two tiny wailing fur balls, the mother must be moving her litter to a more secure nest and perhaps was away to retrieve another. We didn’t touch them and decided to wait out of sight for a few hours to see if the mother would return. She never did return after over 6 hours. They were indeed abandoned.

Well, what do ya do? 

We both knew the ups and downs of bottle feeding, both of us growing up on a farm and being of cat families. First they needed warmed up and fed something to calm them down. Time was wasting, we made do with an old syringe, condensed milk and Karo sirup until we could get to PetSmart to get the proper formulae. They were filled with just a few milli-liters of “formulae” before calming and falling asleep. They weighed 5 and 6 Oz each. We judged 1 and 2 days old.

After a 70 mile round trip to the store and the right kitty formula, we became equipped to take on the responsibility of rescuing these helpless animals. The plan being to keep them alive until weened and then given to our   Local dog and cat rescuing vet. 

All of their developments happened right on the internet told kitty schedule. Eyes opening, increase of food wanted, crawling, walking, kitty litter, claws opening closing, teething, weening, everything right on kitty time as the weeks passed. 

Now, It has been over 11 weeks, they weigh over three pounds each. That is 48 Ounces, that is over 8 times their size in just over 2 and a half months. They have turned into personalities. We had hesitated giving them names, we called them Grey and Stripe, using their fur colors. My dad always told me never to name any animal you may have to give away or eat. So we decided no names, let that be the honor of their new owners.

We really didn’t want to divide the two. We asked, the vet said, probably no chance to keep them together. We asked how long before they were adopted, it could be weeks. At their growth rate, they would be cats in just a few weeks, hard to adopt.

Anyway, what had to be done was decided in a New York minute, …….. you know very fast.

We named them Neil and Buzz.  We found  them a few weeks after the 50th anniversary of the Apollo moon landing. Now they have the run of OUR house. They get their first vaccines and their name tag chips today.

Such is the life of John

 

 

E-closed

Posted: November 17, 2019 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writing
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Here is one I wrote 4 years ago that I stumbled over while looking for something short but sweet. It is certainly short.

Closed

With no words that come to mind
no feelings, thoughts or voice.
In silence sit with tightened lips
stare glazed by watered eyes.

No songs are sung or poems read
all books are shelved and closed
Within the thoughts of all closed minds
lies dead a spoiled rose.

DSS

 

Here lies this week’s Friday’s Words of Wisdom. This week brought to you by OC.

Hello fellow travelers! Today I was reminded of a book I read as a teen. My words of wisdom are “If you find yourself as a stranger in a strange land you may not be traveling alone. We all are travelers in Strangeland. If you look, you will find them.” OC