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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 9:17 am
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Found this story on a thread about running away from 2010. Since I haven't thought of anything that rhymes for some time now thought I'd repost this:

It took me awhile to post this as I had to ask my Sister about this day in our history to see if she would remember, and all she could remember is that my Mom and Aunt were on the telephone talking and giggling after I had left. Mom and Aunt were just lovely grown up girls to me. Always a beautiful smile and quick to laugh at something funny. Not afraid to get physical playing softball or badminton, attractive still even when playing, just like all girls, just grown up. My Dad and Uncle were lucky (and they knew it) to have such wonderful life partners and Mothers for their children. Anyway here is my running away memory.

It was our family's annual summer vacation, I think around Independence Day I was maybe 6 or 7 and we were staying at my Aunt and Uncles home in a very small town in NE Wisconsin of maybe 100 people (most of them Aunts, Uncles, Cousins and close friends of the family, every one knew every one, it was such a warm loving atmosphere, I really loved those vacations there). On this day I was being a bit loud banging on my Silvertone acoustic guitar bouncing around the living room. My Dad and Uncle were working on a car or two in the garage and Mom and Aunt were busy in the kitchen when Mom came to me and said that I should stop for awhile put the guitar down and maybe it would be nice if I would go and play with my Sister. I wasn't really myself that day, maybe a little over excited because at that time of year there was a festival that coincided with harvest of the sweet pea crop, called, the pea festival, in a larger town nearby. We had gone to the parade the day before but tonight everyone was hinting that we might visit the circus, set up just outside of the town in celebration of the pea festival on the festival days. I loved the circus, not the clowns, but the high wire and trapeze artists, acrobats, elephants lions tigers, truly the stuff of little boys dreams. Where was I? Oh yes! My Mom asked if I would go play with my Sister and I looked at my Mom and Aunt and said to them something like I wanted to do what I wanted (being stubborn) and if not I announced that I would run away. Mom and Aunt looked at me curiously and asked what would I do if I ran away and I said "I'll be a hobo" and then I asked if they would help me get ready to leave. Those two lovely grown up girls played right along and together we found a big table napkin and an old broom handle. We began to pack what I thought that I might need in the big napkin: an extra pair of gym shoes (hobo's do a lot of walking I thought) a tee shirt, an extra pair of socks which I wasn't sure about, but, "even hobo's have to change their socks sometimes" said Mom. So I agreed and we tied the big napkin to the broom handle, I hoisted it to my shoulder and out the front door I went with Mom and Aunt following waving goodbye as I walked up the old country road away from my Aunt and Uncles home. As I was walking (feeling pretty independent for the moment) it seemed like all of my cousins and family friends were driving by in their pickup trucks, tractors, even a couple on horseback waving and I was waving back and shouting hello to everyone. I was walking and waving along that old country road for quite awhile, it seemed like miles (really just about a mile and a half) and I looked over, I was right in front of my cousin Nicky's parents farm (another Aunt and Uncle) and right out front was Nicky with his Mom waving for me to come in to have lunch. It felt like lunch time and I remember this Aunt saying it may be a good idea for me to stop and have lunch before I continued my hobo-ing (How did she know my plan? Was it the napkin and broom handle? See the start of this post).That mile and a half walk made me hungry because I remember eating a whole sandwich instead of my usual half and a big piece of this Aunts home made apple pie (my Mom and Aunts were such good cooks, I'm getting hungry while typing this) and then washing it down with a big boy size glass of milk. Now, with a full stomach and a taste of the road I began to think of a way to change my mind and go back home without revealing that I may have been a bit hasty in my decision to run away. Then inspiration struck, I would tell my Mom and Aunt that I thought Mom and Dad might need my help as they were getting on in years ( Where I learned that I can't remember, probably a tv show, but like all children my mind was a sponge). So I kissed and hugged my Aunt (cousin Nicky's Mom) and thanked her for lunch, said goodbye to Nicky, hoisted my hobo stick up to my shoulder and began my walk down that old country road back to my Aunt and Uncles house. As I approached the house I saw my Mom and Aunt were in front shelling some bushels of sweet pea's (harvest time, pea festival, you readers remember, lol) and when they looked up and saw me standing there, my Mom asked why I was "back so soon" and I expressed my concern that because of her and Dads' advancing age they may be needing my help at home. My Mom, smiling (my Aunt was too), said that she appreciated my concern and speedy return and would I go and play with my Sister in the back yard until dinner time after which we would indeed go to the circus. I was so happy with my new decision as before I wasn't thinking how much I loved my family and would have missed them if I continued being a hobo. I thank God for all of the parents that are patient and loving of their children. Which makes me think that, some times, young people from loving family's think of running away if only to get a little extra attention. Thank you Mom and Dad and all Moms and Dads that love and nurture their children even when they are being stubborn.

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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 8:09 am
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“Jennifer”

Jennifer is a flower in the spring.
A bright yellow one.
Or an eagle.
The power in its wing.
Or a sea gull.
White powder in its gleam.
Or the green tree parrots’ leaf rustle
That breezes through the street.
Or a wonderful green canoe
It glides our sparking stream.
Or a ballet pointe shoe
As tough as it is sweet.
Or a Nirvana t-shirt
She wore it just for me.
And she is a photograph, a drawing, a craft.
The artist and the piece.
Jennifer might be the pitter patter of rain
That makes a peaceful dream.
So let me make it plain.
She is everywhere I go and see
Jennifer is Everything.


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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 8:18 am
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You kinda have to know some inside joke background info on this one, but I won't share it with you. LOZLZOLLOZ :wink:

“Glisten”

I painted a scene
For a girl I met
Put best intentions on a breeze
That traveled south and east—
Right to her, I bet.
And entered a little house by the sea.
(There’s an ocean between it and me.)
The breeze delivered a pretty dream—
This is what it said:
Just lie here with me, my pet.
Close your eyes and be.
While I will sweetly pet thy head
And blow gently on your neck.
One part of this was best—
She was glistening.
Was she listening?
“[my name],” she replied, “Xx.”


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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 11:16 am
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Solid Body Love Songs wrote:
Found this story on a thread about running away from 2010. Since I haven't thought of anything that rhymes for some time now thought I'd repost this:

It took me awhile to post this as I had to ask my Sister about this day in our history to see if she would remember, and all she could remember is that my Mom and Aunt were on the telephone talking and giggling after I had left. Mom and Aunt were just lovely grown up girls to me. Always a beautiful smile and quick to laugh at something funny. Not afraid to get physical playing softball or badminton, attractive still even when playing, just like all girls, just grown up. My Dad and Uncle were lucky (and they knew it) to have such wonderful life partners and Mothers for their children. Anyway here is my running away memory.

It was our family's annual summer vacation, I think around Independence Day I was maybe 6 or 7 and we were staying at my Aunt and Uncles home in a very small town in NE Wisconsin of maybe 100 people (most of them Aunts, Uncles, Cousins and close friends of the family, every one knew every one, it was such a warm loving atmosphere, I really loved those vacations there). On this day I was being a bit loud banging on my Silvertone acoustic guitar bouncing around the living room. My Dad and Uncle were working on a car or two in the garage and Mom and Aunt were busy in the kitchen when Mom came to me and said that I should stop for awhile put the guitar down and maybe it would be nice if I would go and play with my Sister. I wasn't really myself that day, maybe a little over excited because at that time of year there was a festival that coincided with harvest of the sweet pea crop, called, the pea festival, in a larger town nearby. We had gone to the parade the day before but tonight everyone was hinting that we might visit the circus, set up just outside of the town in celebration of the pea festival on the festival days. I loved the circus, not the clowns, but the high wire and trapeze artists, acrobats, elephants lions tigers, truly the stuff of little boys dreams. Where was I? Oh yes! My Mom asked if I would go play with my Sister and I looked at my Mom and Aunt and said to them something like I wanted to do what I wanted (being stubborn) and if not I announced that I would run away. Mom and Aunt looked at me curiously and asked what would I do if I ran away and I said "I'll be a hobo" and then I asked if they would help me get ready to leave. Those two lovely grown up girls played right along and together we found a big table napkin and an old broom handle. We began to pack what I thought that I might need in the big napkin: an extra pair of gym shoes (hobo's do a lot of walking I thought) a tee shirt, an extra pair of socks which I wasn't sure about, but, "even hobo's have to change their socks sometimes" said Mom. So I agreed and we tied the big napkin to the broom handle, I hoisted it to my shoulder and out the front door I went with Mom and Aunt following waving goodbye as I walked up the old country road away from my Aunt and Uncles home. As I was walking (feeling pretty independent for the moment) it seemed like all of my cousins and family friends were driving by in their pickup trucks, tractors, even a couple on horseback waving and I was waving back and shouting hello to everyone. I was walking and waving along that old country road for quite awhile, it seemed like miles (really just about a mile and a half) and I looked over, I was right in front of my cousin Nicky's parents farm (another Aunt and Uncle) and right out front was Nicky with his Mom waving for me to come in to have lunch. It felt like lunch time and I remember this Aunt saying it may be a good idea for me to stop and have lunch before I continued my hobo-ing (How did she know my plan? Was it the napkin and broom handle? See the start of this post).That mile and a half walk made me hungry because I remember eating a whole sandwich instead of my usual half and a big piece of this Aunts home made apple pie (my Mom and Aunts were such good cooks, I'm getting hungry while typing this) and then washing it down with a big boy size glass of milk. Now, with a full stomach and a taste of the road I began to think of a way to change my mind and go back home without revealing that I may have been a bit hasty in my decision to run away. Then inspiration struck, I would tell my Mom and Aunt that I thought Mom and Dad might need my help as they were getting on in years ( Where I learned that I can't remember, probably a tv show, but like all children my mind was a sponge). So I kissed and hugged my Aunt (cousin Nicky's Mom) and thanked her for lunch, said goodbye to Nicky, hoisted my hobo stick up to my shoulder and began my walk down that old country road back to my Aunt and Uncles house. As I approached the house I saw my Mom and Aunt were in front shelling some bushels of sweet pea's (harvest time, pea festival, you readers remember, lol) and when they looked up and saw me standing there, my Mom asked why I was "back so soon" and I expressed my concern that because of her and Dads' advancing age they may be needing my help at home. My Mom, smiling (my Aunt was too), said that she appreciated my concern and speedy return and would I go and play with my Sister in the back yard until dinner time after which we would indeed go to the circus. I was so happy with my new decision as before I wasn't thinking how much I loved my family and would have missed them if I continued being a hobo. I thank God for all of the parents that are patient and loving of their children. Which makes me think that, some times, young people from loving family's think of running away if only to get a little extra attention. Thank you Mom and Dad and all Moms and Dads that love and nurture their children even when they are being stubborn.

Raised a few smiles here Rollie :)


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Post subject: Re: YOUR POETRY
Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 7:29 am
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Thanks John, I was hoping trying to write something. This is supposed to start a saga only not sure if I'll be able to finish:
I can think of words
yeah words, all of them by the ton
but, to rhyme them
all or in parts, then I'm blank
can not think of any
nary and none, not a one
what rhyme can I write for a brother that's brave
from within himself much more courage than most
who doesn't boast about the lives he has saved
honest, true, strength, trust
makes his mind's frame
to him a friend a loved one comes first
wouldn't think of himself
that is not and never was his game
to do the difficult jobs
to work sun up to sundown, won't waste time
how hard how rough or how tough don't complain
he does this for those that he loves
sheds the blood sweat tears that comes from great effort
to him hard work equates achievement
proud to put strong hands and broad shoulders to good use
though never prideful
enjoying to complete lifes tasks
always unashamed
so honored to be friends with John
inspired to be best at his side
always pulls us up, up to the test
with his good positive attitude
life of experience and excellent vibes ......

where to go from here John, lol.

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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2013 11:38 am
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Down to the pub I’d say
and sink a few pints
chat about girls and gear
those we keep in our hearts and minds
and those who came ever so near
and those who’s name we whisper
just like we whispered in her ear
only now with a sigh
cause she’s off with some new guy
b*gg*r crap let’s sink another few
and lets not stew in loves misty dew
strap on a Strat and crank up the amp
and thrash a few majors, on three
one.. two.. one.. two.. three... yeah that’ll do


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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 6:27 pm
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Brother, to the pub
to A Rooster or The Hounds
and hope Wizard tends the fountain
for a good spell, we'll do
some pints then
if it is just a few
and talk of songs their times
tell stories, some tales
new ones and old ones too
gear guitar electric technic
girl technic electric moulin rouge
with shouts from us old (not so) louts
and sincere whispers through ancient whiskers
we will down the magic waters
to reminisce
it is what young and old friends do

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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 3:34 pm
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second or first?

some pints then
it is just a few
and some tales
new and old ones too
gear guitar electric
girl electric moulin rouge
with shouts from us old (not so) louts
and sincere whispers through ancient whiskers
we will down the magic waters
to reminisce
it is what young friends do
Solid Body Love Songs wrote:
Brother, to the pub
to A Rooster or The Hounds
and hope Wizard tends the fountain
for a good spell, we'll do
some pints then
if it is just a few
and talk of songs their times
tell stories, some tales
new ones and old ones too
gear guitar electric technic
girl technic electric moulin rouge
with shouts from us old (not so) louts
and sincere whispers through ancient whiskers
we will down the magic waters
to reminisce
it is what young and old friends do

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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 3:04 pm
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Today, for a moment
I thought about the color
of my favorite guitar
it wouldn't be the color
of my favorite car
nor would it be the color
of my favorite whiskey
you know the one
it comes in a fancy jar
could be the color of the sunset
on the horizon
across the land so far
or maybe the color
of my girlfriends dainty little scar
the one on the back of her hand
that she got from a broken glass
while working at the local bar
or it might be the color of the sky
when I look up from where we are
the color of my favorite guitar
is red

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Solid Body Love Songs wrote:
Today, for a moment
I thought about the color
of my favorite guitar
it wouldn't be the color
of my favorite car
nor would it be the color
of my favorite whiskey
you know the one
it comes in a fancy jar
could be the color of the sunset
on the horizon
across the land so far
or maybe the color
of my girlfriends dainty little scar
the one on the back of her hand
that she got from a broken glass
while working at the local bar
or it might be the color of the sky
when I look up from where we are
the color of my favorite guitar
is red


Very nice, SLBS. It seemed like a bit of whimsy mixed with a bit of melancholy. Very nice indeed.

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liquor brawl,
slow motion fall,
lost a tooth back there,
a freezing phone booth or a stair well.

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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 9:22 pm
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mike07502 wrote:
liquor brawl,
slow motion fall,
lost a tooth back there,
a freezing phone booth or a stair well.


well, what do you know
lost a tooth
to an inanimate foe
must I visit the dentist
or leave a toothless hole
ponder I will
this added breezy face chill
then a decision on action
I'll make when I wake
from my drunken night's thrill

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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 12:35 am
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spacewolf wrote:
Very nice, SLBS. It seemed like a bit of whimsy mixed with a bit of melancholy. Very nice indeed.


Thanks for reading and for your kind comments spacewolf. Obviously I enjoy writing out little thoughts that I have from time to time and hope to perhaps stimulate others to do so as well. Thanks are what I feel for you this moment Bro.

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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 9:46 am
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Hi Solid!
I like a short verse!
My aspiration, even shorter: Haikú! :D


Hot Sun slow baking me,
my face is all parched,
dream now of a shady tree,
with branches large.

Cheers.

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Solid Body Love Songs wrote:
spacewolf wrote:
Very nice, SLBS. It seemed like a bit of whimsy mixed with a bit of melancholy. Very nice indeed.


Thanks for reading and for your kind comments spacewolf. Obviously I enjoy writing out little thoughts that I have from time to time and hope to perhaps stimulate others to do so as well. In the olden days I would probably be labeled a second rate poet, if I'm not being too brash perhaps pedestrian would be a better word of deprecation. At any rate, Thanks are what I feel for you this moment Bro.


Thank you, Rollie, you are a great guy. It is a pleasure to be your friend.

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