| 3.02.2007 |
| My Yellow Hat |
"Try on the hat in the box,"
My sister wrote on the yellow note.
I did just that.
Now, that I have it on, I may just vote.Labels: 2007, Fun, Inspiration, Workshop Exercises |
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| I Don't Play |
"I don't play!"
That's what the woman always says.
She doesn't laugh.
No way, no how.
She doesn't laugh.
"Who is the dark brother?"
That woman asks.
"I believe he is the man."
Matters not to the woman,
You best believe.
"He betta not mess with me.
Cause, I don't play!"Labels: 2007, Fun, Inspiration, Workshop Exercises |
| posted by Lady Boone @ 2:08 PM |
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| Elephants Don't Ride Bikes |
The elephant came.
The elephant saw a bike.
The elephant ponder.
The elephant might.
He went to the window.
He came through the door.
He went under the table.
Or was it through the floor.
He went outside.
He stopped at the bike.
Oh, how he wants to go for a ride.Labels: 2007, Fun, Inspiration, Workshop Exercises |
| posted by Lady Boone @ 2:01 PM |
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| The Little Green Butterfly |
The little green butterfly ventures through the snow.
Little does she know that playing during winter is a no-no.
She flips, she turns, she spins, she plays.
Looking for a spot of green upon which to lay.
For a small bite to eat, she frantically seeks.
But none to be found, not even on the mountain peak.
We see her play, we see her fly.
Eventually, we will see her die.Labels: 2007, Fun, Inspiration, Workshop Exercises |
| posted by Lady Boone @ 1:55 PM |
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| 1.19.2007 |
| About The Coldness |
| I wrote the beginning of The Coldness to then my boyfriend. (Now, he's my husband.) It was cold where I worked and I just wrote the few words to him. He wrote the next part and so forth and so on. I thought it turned out well. Labels: 2003, Inspiration |
| posted by Me @ 2:50 PM |
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| 1.18.2007 |
| Inspiration For More Than Words Can Say |
More Than Words Can Say
I wrote "More Than Words Can Say" for one of the (2002) pastor's and wife anniversary at my former church. The leader of the Pastor's Aide Board asked me to write something for the anniversary. I was trying to think of something to say. I was vacuuming the house and the poem came to me. So, the line that says, "It all came to me on the other day. As I vacuumed, I pondered what I could say" is true. I was going to change that, but I felt lead to leave it in the poem. It was a good addition.
Everyone loved the poem and thought it was nice.Labels: 2003, Inspiration |
| posted by Me @ 10:37 PM |
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| Behind Up Above the Clouds |
I wrote Up Above the Clouds while I was on an airplane flying to Durham, NC. I was inspired as I looked at the clouds all around the plane. It was a beautiful sight. I wrote Up Above the Clouds.
It was a truly inspirational scene.Labels: 2002, Inspiration |
| posted by Me @ 3:07 PM |
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| Behind Banker's Talk |
I worked at Town and Country Bank in Stephenville, Texas during college. I wrote Banker's Talk after I watched the people at the bank.
I showed it to one of the manager's at the bank. She loved it. She showed everyone at the bank including the president of the bank. Everyone at the bank said that they liked the poem. Everyone kept trying to figure out which person they were in the poem. It was fun to have people asking me which banker they were.
The manager that I had showed my poem to first, she submitted my poem to the Independent Bankers Association of Texas (IBAT) Magazine. It was the first thing that I had ever had published. It was a nice feeling.
Banker's Talk lead to me writing another poem for the bank, And the Banner Yet Waves.Labels: 2002, Inspiration |
| posted by Me @ 3:00 PM |
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| Behind "And the Banner Yet Waves" |
And the Banner Yet Waves" was written for a banking newsletter when I worked at a bank in the 1990s.
I wrote it, but the president of the bank asked me to change one word in the poem.
I had written:
"What a tragic, wasteful cost." (I meant that war is a tragic way to lose lives.) The president said that he understood what I meant, but some people might be offended by the phrasing of the words. He offered me some words that I could use, but I didn't use any of his suggestions. I changed it to, "What a tragic, tearful cost." He liked the change. I did, too.
I posted it here to pay tribute to September 11th.
The Banner Yet Waves...Labels: 2002, Inspiration |
| posted by Me @ 2:55 PM |
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| Behind A Dagger to Her Heart |
Well, "A Dagger to Her Heart" was written purely out of anger and frustration. A "best friend" had started dating a guy that I liked and kept denying it despite reports, questions, and comments from mutual friends that they had seen the two of them together. He even came over to the girl's house while I was over there. The girl kept denying that she was seeing the guy.
I wrote this poem after she told my father that she thought I had tried to run over her with my car. Now, I know I was angry, but I am not about to go to jail for manslaughter behind a man. My father came home all nervous and scared. He asked me about it. I told him, "Trust me daddy, if I wanted to hit her, she wouldn't have any question as to whether or not I was trying to hit her. I wasn't even thinking about that girl."
I tripped out. I couldn't believe the drama. I became feed up and had to release my emotions, so "A Dagger to Her Heart" was written. I felt a lot better.Labels: 2002, Inspiration |
| posted by Me @ 2:49 PM |
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| Inspiration Behind "In God's Hands" |
I wrote "In God's Hands" while I was riding to my brother's job one day in 2002.
I had become frustrated with people telling me how my life should be.
According to the world, at the age of 32, I should be married with two kids, have a car, and a house, but alas, I don't.
For some strange reason, that day, it was heavily on my mind. As I sat thinking, I remember something I had told someone who was trying to pray me up a husband. I told that person, "Between the Lord and I, I think we got it under control." When I thought of that, "In God's Hands" began to flow from my heart. So, I wrote it.
The stanza that says:
"My success is not predicated on what society says.
Because if the truth be told,
I could be baby less
And my husband in jail for having made me baby less.
Thank you, God.
Intervention in the person of my father."
Wasn't going to be added to the poem, but I felt the urge to add it to the poem. This stanza and statement rings so true. I was proposed to when I was 17. My dad told me that I wasn't ready to get married. I received a lot of flack behind that from the religious people in my life at that time. The guy married someone else. Within a year or two, the guy was in jail for killing his baby. That could have very easily been me.
Thank you, God.
Intervention in the person of my father."
That's how I know, my life is "In God's Hands"!Labels: 2002, Inspiration |
| posted by Me @ 2:37 PM |
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| Inspiration Behind Yellow Weed |
The poem Yellow Weed was inspired by one of the students in the school that I taught at in 2002. The previous day, he had acted a straight fool with me. I mean he acted crazy. I was very frustrated with him.
The next day, the kids were outside playing. He walked over to me with his hands behind his back. He smiled at me and apologized. He handed me this yellow weed. I smiled and hugged him. He went back on his way.
I looked at the weed and was about to throw it away, but then inspriation hit. I was about to throw away a heartfelt gift of apology from one of my students. I went into the classroom and taped the flower to a page in my journal. Later on during the day, I wrote the poem, Yellow Weed.Labels: 2002, Inspiration |
| posted by Me @ 2:33 PM |
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