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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: 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: It’s A Dog’s Life

First of all, Happy Thanksgiving. May we all be aware of something to be thankful for today.

And, it’s also Poetic Thursday, hosted by Pam, Teddy and Angel Sammy over at Two Spoiled Cats.

  Here’s the inspirational photo they provided for us this week.

And here’s my poem:

It’s A Dog’s Life

When I saw this picture, no poem came to mind.
I couldn’t come up with a single line.

So I asked hubby about it when he got home,
and the two of us came up with a poem:

“You know what they say:
every dog has its day.”

The End.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Poetic Thursday: Fabulous Fifties

Once again, it’s Thursday, so that means it’s poetry day with Pam and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats.

The photo Pam provided for this week’s inspiration was especially fun.

Although I didn’t grow up in the 1950’s, my two older sisters did.  So I enjoyed writing this poem:

Fabulous Fifties

Ponytails and bobby socks
poodle skirts, rockin’ round the clock.

Elvis’s swivel, Chubby Checker’s twist,
our favorite songs on the Hit Parade list.

“Bad” boys with heel taps were so very cool,
and we rushed home to see Bandstand after school.

The music then was the best we’ve heard,
and we still remember every word.

Those black and white snapshots are silent reminders
of a simpler time when the world was kinder.

Memories take us back, that’s the only way;
the question is: if you could….would you stay?

My sisters, June and Rose, with me in the 1950’s

Thanks, Pam, for hosting this fun meme every week.

~These Days Of Mine~

Poetry Thursday: Pocahontas

As I have been for the past few weeks, today, I’m participating in Pam’s Poetic Thursday over at Two Spoiled Cats. This was the photo Pam provided last week as inspiration for this week’s poem:

I struggled with a poem for this photo and finally wrote about the Native Americans we studied in school and my family’s connection to one in particular.  Perhaps you’ve heard of her?

Pocahontas

Virginia History class in elementary school,
studying Native Americans when Chief Powhatan ruled.

He was a powerful man, but not quite as famous
as his intriguing daughter, Pocahontas.

Indian Princess, peacemaker, John Rolfe’s wife;
she accomplished much in her very short life.

She gave birth to Thomas, and there’d come a time
when he’d sell land to an ancestor of mine.

My roots are deep on this piece of the earth,
but can’t compare to those who were here first.

~These Days Of Mine~