Category Archives: Poetic Thursday

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~

 

Poetic Thursday: A Guy’s First Wheels

Welcome to the first Poetic Thursday of the new year.  Pam and her “boys” over at Two Spoiled Cats gave us this cute photo for inspiration this week:

That certainly brought back memories of Marshall’s “first wheels”.  Here’s my poem:

First Wheels

When I went to see Santa at the mall
I didn’t ask for many toys at all.

I said: “Santa, here’s the deal,
I really need a set of wheels.

I’m getting older now, and there’s this girl.
She’s really cute and she’s rockin’ my world.

But not having a car is such a pain;
on Saturday night, we wanna ‘cruise Main’.”

Santa said: “Well, you’ve been good, that IS true,
so let me see what I can do”.

Well, Santa came through, and the new ride is sweet.
But there’s no room for my girl, ’cause there’s only one seat!

Anyway, Mom says I’m still too young to date,
so I guess cruising Main will just have to wait.

I thought I’d share a couple of pictures of Marshall’s first ride. Christmas morning, wearing the robe my mom made for him. She’s sitting in the background.

And a few months later, boys will be boys. He looks rather proud of himself, doesn’t he? You just have to wonder WHY, but I was glad to get a picture of it.

And his second set of wheels, during the Smurf era. Check out the firefighter’s helmet.

I find myself looking forward to Poetry Thursday every week. Thanks, Pam, for another fun poetry inspiration.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

Poetic Thursday: Sleigh Ride!

No after-Christmas doldrums around here: it’s time for Poetic Thursday with Pam, Teddy and Angel Sammy at Two Spoiled Cats.

Those of you who know me well will probably have the same reaction when you see this week’s photo inspiration as Marshall did. (He didn’t really say anything, just gave a gesture as if to say: “Well, you’re a shoe-in for this one”. )

Yes, Motor Man and I have been on many sleigh rides, and it’s always a thrill (at least for me). Here’s my poem:

 Sleigh Ride

A little girl’s dream from so long ago
of a horse drawn sleigh, gliding through the snow.

But down deep in her heart, she knew
there was little chance of her wish coming true.

She knew no one who owned a sleigh,
and deep snowfalls rarely came their way.

The little girl grew up, put her dream aside,
seldom thinking about a sleigh ride.

Then, years later, that dream came true,
with a winter wonderland sleigh ride for two.

It was cold as Christmas, with snow in the air;
the horses, the sleigh bells: all the magic was there.

Hubby knew in a moment that she was hooked;
that, in years to come, more rides would be booked.

It was everything she hoped it would be.
No longer a dream, now a fun memory.

Here’s a little slideshow of photos from some of OUR sleigh rides. Will we plan a ride this winter?

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Stay tuned to find out!

~These Days Of Mine~

Poetic Thursday: Christmas Eve Shopper

It’s time, once again, for Poetic Thursday over at Two Spoiled Cats .  Here is the photo Pam provided as inspiration for this week’s poem:

This made me think of my late brother-in-law, Ed. In addition to the picture, my poem was also inspired by him and his last minute (by choice) Christmas shopping:

Christmas Eve Shopper

 Early in December, he can’t understand
all the rushing around with gift lists in hand.

He laughs and says: “I can do it all
with one Christmas Eve trip to the mall”.

Man on a mission, he joins the crowd.
His shopping’s soon done, and he’s feeling proud.

Then he heads back home, where down he’ll flop,
giving truth to the saying: “shop til you drop”.

Is your Christmas shopping complete? Or are you a Christmas Eve shopper?

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

Poetic Thursday: The Artist’s Intent

Once again, I’m participating in Pam’s Poetic Thursday. Visit Pam and her “boys”, Teddy and Angel Sammy at Two Spoiled Cats to see other poems inspired by this beautiful picture:

Here’s my poem:

The Artist’s Intent

Boats and fog and morning gold,
frozen and glistening, winter cold.

Travel by boat will have to wait
til the waters thaw at a later date.

Meanwhile, enjoy the view that’s been sent,
for that, most certainly, is the Artist’s intent.

This poem was fun to write; not nearly as challenging as some in the past.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Poetic Thursday: The Simplest Blessings

It’s Thursday! Time for a little poetry with Pam and her boys, Teddy and Angel Sammy over at Two Spoiled Cats.

Here’s this week’s photo inspiration:

And here’s my poem:

The Simplest Blessings

At first look, you might say
this certainly must be ‘laundry day’.

Blankets and towels, shirts and pants,
but go back and take a second glance.

It’s hard to imagine an open-air closet;
your clothes exposed to wind, rain and grit.

Dry clothes to wear: a reminder today
of the simplest blessings sent our way.

Thanks, Pam, for challenging us again this week.

~These Days Of Mine~