Excellent take on the theme, and how very true, I have heard it said before, reincarnating within one lifetime I have done the same and how grand it is to enjoy each new life as you seem to do, to the fullest. Nicely said. Nicely done.
Go west young man Horace Greely said Dionne Warwick asks the musical question Do you know the way to San Jose Shoot for the moon, reach for the stars Directions everywhere we look We are always coming or going but Are never at a final destination. Kings of Leon head back down south While Alfred Hitchcock sends us north by northwest CCR hangs out down on the corner The Monkees sing take the last train to Clarksville Always demands on our time and space Do this! Do that! Go here! Go there! So many directions confusion reigns It all gets lost in translation All I ask in the end is please Don’t let the sun go down on me
How cleverly you have picked up all the different quotes and integrated them into your poem. Congratulations on a fine. one. On another note how can I get a copy of your new book? Is it on Amazon? What is the title? I understand it has some of Paul's poems in it too. Wonderful!
Love your lyrics poems. Of course I was waiting for "Signs. Signs. Everywhere signs. Breaking up the scenery. Wasting my time. Do this. Don't do that. Can't you read the signs."
Knit one, purl two, this is how it grows, knit two cast on one, watch now how it goes. Somehow though I never could make it come out right, knitting should have been so simple, yet mine looked a fright. Knit three purl one, lost it all one day, knit none purl no more, threw it all away.
I like this one a lot! knitting is a lot like life. some days it goes smoothly and other days it's a mess and we have to start over. and yes, I was thinking the same thing Victoria said. You two should write a book of knitting poems.
That's supposed to be left the thread, not let, sorry! It's difficult sometimes to check before posting. Just had this second poem come to me while I was sitting here so you get two this week!
i believe this worked according to the library manager. just a little ditty on direction. " north, south, east, or west who knows which way is the best " if this one works too, i'll be back, to quote that big austrian guy ha ha
your mission should you choose to accept it is to get your butt back here and enter a real poem, now that you know how to do it, and comment on the other poems. this note will self destruct in 15 seconds.. or maybe 20 or maybe....
Hey you did it!!! Good for you. You got it right this time. Excellent! I am going to purchase your and Bonnie's book, so excited! Write and join us. You're on the correct track.
one thousand clowns infect my destiny what is the price of the redemption principle? two times i died in the hospital. but what was it i came back to be? tick tock.........tick tock......all is still blank it out.....and take another pill
i wish to remain apart from my fellow human beings, for it seem's such meetings always end in strife, or death of dreams still remember my fiance's last breath
'tis madness to go on, yet if i cease the struggle, madness shall surely prevail with no one left to write this tale.
Paul Fowler asked me to post this for him. I am trying to help him understand that to comment is to post, and to reply is to comment. I can understand why this might be difficult to understand. I had a bit of a time with it at first myself. Hopefully he will get it soon.
when Paul asked me to post that for him I reminded him we wrote for the weekly prompt and this was not like GP where we could post poems about anything. sigh... we have to get him to follow the rules of this site and not make up his own. He and I have discussed this more than once. He knows how to post and as you have seen he knows how to post comments.He just doesn't comment on the poems but makes random comments. Please Tasha if you are going to help him help him learn to do it right. thanks.
Actually I thought it fitted the prompt, Destiny is direction in my book. I believe he wrote it to the prompt. I hear you, however he does get confused you know?
What if my father were like John Wayne? What if I knew what possessed him? —To drive nine thousand cattle Across the Red River And north to Missouri, Fight off hostile Indians And border raiders Back to back, guns always Half clear of our holsters.
What if I knew what his dreams were? What if they were as clear As the face of John Wayne Or the map of America?
Then there'd be no women To stand between us And the building of empire.
And if he faltered And I had to challenge him, Loving, but faster On the draw by an eyelash, And that much more clear sighted; There we'd stand, Me with the drop on him, Me and John Wayne, Me and my father.
And I'd say, Move 'em out! I'm taking the herd North to the railroad, I'm taking your dream, The job you can't finish And I'll do it for you. Don't try to stop me.
Powerful, hey! I found it intriguing, and it almost felt to me like the start of an epic tale or novel or ? Interesting, Love ou imagination and our interesting take on this direction prompt.
the direction I've already gone can't be changed the direction of the future is my choice if I work very hard I'll do good if I don't think about it I may stumble in the night
the direction of the future is my choice if I plan for something special I'll be if I don't think about it I may stumble in the night I may travel on a path that I'm not sure of
if I plan for something special I'll be fine the direct of my life depends on me I may travel on a path that I'm not sure of so, I think ahead and contemplate the best angle
the direction of my life depends on me if I work very hard I'll do good so, I think ahead and contemplate the best angle the direction I've already gone can't be changed
I see the direction (pun intended) that you intended but you missed on the pantoum as your shadow lines don't match and it seems you left out words and parts of words
Where am I headed and how shall I arrive will I find my way and manage to survive Of I take all the things that I think and do are they beneficial to me or you
where am I headed, is it a place that counts will thing add up to the right amounts I see a horizon really far ahead I hope to reach it before I am dead
Sometimes I get my way all mixed up and can't decide if it's a half empty cup I've heard say that even a blind squirrel can score so if I'm misguided I think I may have been here before
Another old poem, but it fits the prompt well.
ReplyDeleteREINCARNATION
I have been reincarnated before.
Several times. All in this life.
Maybe every few years
it happens. Who can say I am the same
one whose breasts outgrew her baseball
uniform. And grew more.
I know I am not the love child who flashed
her dad a peace sign, even though
he would hit her for it.
Definitely not the one who left home,
joined the Air Force. That's not me in
uniform on parade.
The married woman who breastfed babies,
cleaned toilets, baked bread? Gone, like all
of them. Like the next one.
She survived college, single motherhood.
I miss her the most. But I look
at my life now. I am
the person I have waited to become.
But I live knowing I have been
reincarnated before.
Love it. Cut the last two lines.
Deletesad and awesome and wow!
ReplyDeleteExcellent take on the theme, and how very true, I have heard it said before, reincarnating within one lifetime I have done the same and how grand it is to enjoy each new life as you seem to do, to the fullest. Nicely said. Nicely done.
DeleteGo west young man Horace Greely said
ReplyDeleteDionne Warwick asks the musical question
Do you know the way to San Jose
Shoot for the moon, reach for the stars
Directions everywhere we look
We are always coming or going but
Are never at a final destination.
Kings of Leon head back down south
While Alfred Hitchcock sends us north by northwest
CCR hangs out down on the corner
The Monkees sing take the last train to Clarksville
Always demands on our time and space
Do this! Do that! Go here! Go there!
So many directions confusion reigns
It all gets lost in translation
All I ask in the end is please
Don’t let the sun go down on me
How cleverly you have picked up all the different quotes and integrated them into your poem. Congratulations on a fine. one. On another note how can I get a copy of your new book? Is it on Amazon? What is the title? I understand it has some of Paul's poems in it too. Wonderful!
DeleteThe new book is on Amazon and is titled Out the Window by Bonnie Johnson and Paul Fowler
DeleteFunny and charming.
DeleteLove your lyrics poems. Of course I was waiting for "Signs. Signs. Everywhere signs. Breaking up the scenery. Wasting my time. Do this. Don't do that. Can't you read the signs."
ReplyDeleteoh shoot! i forgot about that one! now I have to rewrite this one... lol
ReplyDeleteWouldn't take much. It was your line "Do this! Do that! Go here! Go there!" is what brought the song to mind.
DeleteDirectionless
ReplyDeleteKnit one, purl two,
this is how it grows,
knit two cast on one,
watch now how it goes.
Somehow though I never could
make it come out right,
knitting should have been so simple,
yet mine looked a fright.
Knit three purl one,
lost it all one day,
knit none purl no more,
threw it all away.
Lol. I just ripped out several rows of crochet recently. Frustrates the heck out if me. Good poem. Maybe we should do an anthology of knitting poems!
DeleteI like this one a lot! knitting is a lot like life. some days it goes smoothly and other days it's a mess and we have to start over. and yes, I was thinking the same thing Victoria said. You two should write a book of knitting poems.
DeleteHorrors! This is probably the only knitting poem I ever expect o write, so it might be a pretty thin little book!
DeleteLOL. I meant an anthology with many poets with poems about knitting. Like Tasha I only have the one.
DeleteI think it's a good idea. And this one would be one of its gems.
DeleteTrue, that! And I have three daughters al of whom knit and one of them teaches it! Go figure.
ReplyDeleteClueless
ReplyDeleteThere once was a thread in my hand
that I followed through time's maze.
My fingers never left it
for all of my careful days.
Then I let go of this guidance
I let the thread behind,
clueless and loving he feeling
of finding my way quite blind.
I'll follow the wind as it blows me
the star that guides me at night
and one day, though clueless discover
I've made my way to the light.
That's supposed to be left the thread, not let, sorry! It's difficult sometimes to check before posting. Just had this second poem come to me while I was sitting here so you get two this week!
ReplyDeleteThe line after that has a typo too. I'm betting it's supposed to be "he's". Overall the poem works though.
Deletei like the content and the end as well as the flow of this one. a nice easy read but quite a deep and profound thought.
DeleteNo, the word was supposed to be The, not he, which now comes out as "clueless and loving the feeling" in other words, serendipity rules.
Deletetest comment to see if i can work this 'puter
ReplyDeletei believe this worked according to the library manager.
ReplyDeletejust a little ditty on direction.
" north, south, east, or west
who knows which way is the best "
if this one works too, i'll be back, to quote that big austrian guy ha ha
your mission should you choose to accept it is to get your butt back here and enter a real poem, now that you know how to do it, and comment on the other poems. this note will self destruct in 15 seconds.. or maybe 20 or maybe....
DeleteHey you did it!!! Good for you. You got it right this time. Excellent! I am going to purchase your and Bonnie's book, so excited! Write and join us. You're on the correct track.
DeleteGood to see you out here! And I think there's a poem in your trying to follow directions on how to post on our blog!
DeleteHOW STRANGE MY DESTINY?
ReplyDeleteone thousand clowns infect my destiny
what is the price of the redemption principle?
two times i died in the hospital. but what was it i came back to be?
tick tock.........tick tock......all is still
blank it out.....and take another pill
i wish to remain apart from my fellow human beings, for it seem's such meetings always end in strife, or death of dreams
still remember my fiance's last breath
'tis madness to go on, yet if i cease the struggle, madness shall surely prevail
with no one left to write this tale.
Paul Fowler
Although this isn't directly about direction, so to speak, it has the feel of direction in remaining apart. I like this.
DeleteAnd Tasha, if you post for someone else please use the "Name/URL" selection of "Reply as:" and use his name. It's part of the directions. LOL
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DeletePaul Fowler asked me to post this for him. I am trying to help him understand that to comment is to post, and to reply is to comment. I can understand why this might be difficult to understand. I had a bit of a time with it at first myself. Hopefully he will get it soon.
ReplyDeletewhen Paul asked me to post that for him I reminded him we wrote for the weekly prompt and this was not like GP where we could post poems about anything. sigh... we have to get him to follow the rules of this site and not make up his own. He and I have discussed this more than once. He knows how to post and as you have seen he knows how to post comments.He just doesn't comment on the poems but makes random comments. Please Tasha if you are going to help him help him learn to do it right. thanks.
ReplyDeleteActually I thought it fitted the prompt, Destiny is direction in my book. I believe he wrote it to the prompt. I hear you, however he does get confused you know?
DeleteRemaining apart is a direction.
DeleteHere's where it was heading, a long time ago.
ReplyDeleteRED RIVER
What if my father were like John Wayne?
What if I knew what possessed him?
—To drive nine thousand cattle
Across the Red River
And north to Missouri,
Fight off hostile Indians
And border raiders
Back to back, guns always
Half clear of our holsters.
What if I knew what his dreams were?
What if they were as clear
As the face of John Wayne
Or the map of America?
Then there'd be no women
To stand between us
And the building of empire.
And if he faltered
And I had to challenge him,
Loving, but faster
On the draw by an eyelash,
And that much more clear sighted;
There we'd stand,
Me with the drop on him,
Me and John Wayne,
Me and my father.
And I'd say, Move 'em out!
I'm taking the herd
North to the railroad,
I'm taking your dream,
The job you can't finish
And I'll do it for you.
Don't try to stop me.
Powerful, hey! I found it intriguing, and it almost felt to me like the start of an epic tale or novel or ? Interesting, Love ou imagination and our interesting take on this direction prompt.
Deleteterrific!!! I like this a lot!!!
Deletetook me back to my childhood when John Wayne was everyone's hero. love this poem.
Deletethe direction I've already gone can't be changed
ReplyDeletethe direction of the future is my choice
if I work very hard I'll do good
if I don't think about it I may stumble in the night
the direction of the future is my choice
if I plan for something special I'll be
if I don't think about it I may stumble in the night
I may travel on a path that I'm not sure of
if I plan for something special I'll be fine
the direct of my life depends on me
I may travel on a path that I'm not sure of
so, I think ahead and contemplate the best angle
the direction of my life depends on me
if I work very hard I'll do good
so, I think ahead and contemplate the best angle
the direction I've already gone can't be changed
I see the direction (pun intended) that you intended but you missed on the pantoum as your shadow lines don't match and it seems you left out words and parts of words
DeleteMy Direction or Lack There of
ReplyDeleteWhere am I headed and how shall I arrive
will I find my way and manage to survive
Of I take all the things that I think and do
are they beneficial to me or you
where am I headed, is it a place that counts
will thing add up to the right amounts
I see a horizon really far ahead
I hope to reach it before I am dead
Sometimes I get my way all mixed up
and can't decide if it's a half empty cup
I've heard say that even a blind squirrel can score
so if I'm misguided I think I may have been here before