Category Archives: Poetic Thursday

Poetic Thursday: Waiting

Thursday! Time again for poetry with Pam and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats. I’m so glad I began participating in this meme and look forward to it each week.

Here’s this week’s photo inspiration:

You can probably tell from the length of my poem that I thought this one was fun:

Waiting

Don’t be sad, I’m just hanging out for a while
til the day comes when I can make someone smile.

My days of hard work are over and done,
and now it’s time I have a little fun.

I’m nice and cozy in my grassy bed,
but the time will come when I turn someone’s head.

Just scrape off the grunge, right down to the rust.
And my dents and dings, well, they’re just a plus.

Replace a few parts, okay, more than a few.
Give me four new shoes, and that oughta do.

My looks won’t matter, it’s what’s under the hood:
one of Motor Man’s engines, that would be good.

A ‘rat rod’ I’ll be my second time around:
classic car shows and Sunday drives around town.

That rumbling you’ll hear is me coming through.
Remember, they don’t build ‘em like they used to.

If you’re wondering what a rat rod is, this link to one of my previous posts will explain it.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Poetic Thursday: Lonely In Lost Springs

It’s Poetic Thursday over at Two Spoiled Cats AND here on These Days. I loved this week’s photo inspiration.

Here’s my poem:

Lonely In Lost Springs

A population of one in this little map dot;
an old mining town that time forgot.

A lonely vista with no neighbors in sight;
no nearby houses to light up the night.

No traffic noise, few passing cars:
the perfect place to gaze at the stars.

A population of one: lonely or blessed?
It just depends on one’s outlook, I guess.

And, as usual, the photo prompted not only a poem but also a little research on my part. I learned quite a few things about Lost Springs: the town is located in Wyoming and was first inhabited in the 1880’s.  It was named by railroad workers unable to locate the spring that showed on their maps. After being incorporated in the early 1900’s, the population was once at 200. By 1960, the census showed a population of five, and in 2000, that number was one. The mayor, however, disagreed with that figure, saying there were actually four residents at that time. The 2010 census showed a population of four.

And I thought I grew up in a small town.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

Poetic Thursday: Meerkats

Welcome to the first (poetic) Thursday of February. Pam and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats threw me a curve with the photo inspiration this week.

I knew NOTHING about meerkats….at all….

Usually, I “work on” my poem all through the week. As of last night, I had NOTHING. But, upon waking this morning, I put together this feeble attempt:

Meerkats

Meerkats is the poetry subject this week.
The extent of my knowledge: they look cuddly and sweet.

So it was off to Wikipedia, where I found
they live in colonies underground.

In search of food, they go out and about
but one member always serves as a scout.

Predator nearby, in the air or on ground?
The scout sends that message strictly by sound.

Homework at my age?  But, yes, it’s true.
Guess we’re never too old to learn something new.

Thanks, Pam, for the challenge this week!

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Poetic Thursday: “A, My Name Is Anna”

Once again, it’s Thursday and time for a little poetry with Pam and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats.

Here’s this week’s photo inspiration:

And this is my poem:

A, My Name Is Anna

When I see this picture,  so many memories return
of days on the playground; it was there that I learned

to jump rope between classes with schoolmates and friends.
How we hated to see recess time come to an end.

All the girls are in dresses, that’s all we could wear.
No matter the weather, those little legs were just bare.

In those days before careers and housework and such,
our biggest goal was learning to double dutch.

As we jumped, we sang little songs to keep time;
they were creative and fun and didn’t have to rhyme.

“A, my name is Anna, my husband’s name is Allen.
We live in Athens, and we sell apples.”

Programming note: Sunday is a special day here in the Motor family, so watch for a rare Sunday These Days post.

~These Days Of Mine~

Poetic Thursday: Rescued

It’s Thursday, and that means it’s also time for some poetry with Pam and her boys, Teddy and Angel Sammy at Two Spoiled Cats.

This was today’s photo inspiration provided by Pam and her guys last week:

And here’s my poem:

Rescued

We’re salty old tars and we’ve seen some high seas,
but rarely do they bring us to our knees.

But this time was different: we needed rescue.
A shipmate was hurt: there was nothing more we could do.

We soon knew that help was nearby,
but they couldn’t reach us; the swells were too high.

But they quickly came up with a plan
to escort our vessel closer to land.

In calmer waters, with acts quick and brave,
the heroes came through and a life was saved.

Oftentimes, when I see one of Pam’s photos for Poetry Thursday, I am curious about the picture: what is the story behind it, who was the photographer, etc. So this week, as I was working on a poem for today, I happened to Google the ship number on the fishing vessel in the picture. My search turned up another photo, courtesy of Flickr, and the caption tells about the event, which happened in March of 2013 .  My poem was inspired by Pam’s photo and is based on this caption:

A Royal Air Force search and rescue Sea King helicopter comes to the aid of the French Fishing vessel Alf (LS683637) during a storm in the Irish Sea.
The helicopter crew rushed to the aid of an injured fisherman trapped by bad weather on the Irish Sea.
The Royal Navy Hydrographic survey vessel HMS Echo was carrying out maritime security operations when she received a request for assistance from Milford Haven Coastguard. The coastguard had already scrambled both an RAF search and rescue helicopter and an RNLI lifeboat to rescue the fisherman, but weather conditions were deteriorating fast. The 5 metre high swell meant it was not possible to lower a winchman safely onto the French vessel’s deck and assist the fisherman who was showing signs of hypothermia.
Once Echo was called in, the 3,500 tonne ship attempted to provide some shelter for the RNLI lifeboat to get alongside the French fishing vessel, Alf, but once again the weather prevented a rescue. This left them with no choice but to escort the fishing vessel closer inland before the helicopter was able to winch the injured fisherman to safety.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Poetic Thursday: Lend Me Your Comb

It’s Thursday again!  Time to join Pam and her boys, Teddy, and Angel Sammy for Poetic Thursday over at Two Spoiled Cats.

Here’s this week’s cute photo inspiration:

And this is my poem:

Lend Me Your Comb

It’s the first trip to the barber for this little guy.
Mommy’s so happy that he didn’t cry.

The barber is proud of the job that he’s done;
not all his young customers are this much fun.

But little man was good and had no fear
and seems pleased with what he sees in the mirror.

Maybe you’re never too young to learn,
so, look out world, there’s another “Kookie” Byrnes.

I apparently don’t have a picture of Marshall during his first haircut. He was three when this one was taken, obviously much older than the little boy in the ‘inspiration photo’. No tears, but the stylist looks much happier than Marshall.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Poetic Thursday: Going Up?

Once again, I’m participating in Poetic Thursday with Pam and her “boys” at Two Spoiled Cats.

Here’s the photo inspiration for this week:

I found this to be a bit challenging (mostly because I couldn’t look at the photo without having sweaty palms).

Here’s my poem:

Going Up?

Every day, he climbs higher and higher,
I have to wonder: do his hands perspire?

A job like this comes with a price;
his life depends on that safety device.

Eight hundred feet above the ground,
and it would seem, no one else around.

But, is he really alone? I think not:
someone was there to capture this shot!

When I uploaded the picture to today’s blog post, the following caption was included. I wish there was info regarding the location and the building that was under construction.

” Ironworker Mike Kulp, 43, climbs a column before connecting a perimeter beam to the 54th floor. Here Kulp is working approximately 825 feet above street level.”

Yeah, sign me up for THAT job…..not.

~These Days Of Mine~