Today, as part of Bloganuary, I’m going to share a poem I just wrote about rain called “It’s Just The Rain.” I find rain comforting, especially within the confines of a heated house. How about you? Share your thoughts on my poem below, and let me know what you think of rain.Continue reading
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Continue reading
Nearly 10 years ago, for my Father’s 50th birthday party, I wrote and read a poem to convey his importance to me. I recently came across this poem and decided to share it with you. However, being a better writer now than I was then, I made some revisions. Here you go:
What My Father Means To Me
What my Father means to me, I can’t find the words to say.
He does so many things, each and every day.
A kiss goodbye, a kiss hello, these are just a few ways he lets his love show.
When I was ill, as a little boy, Daddy would cheer me up with a brand-new toy.
Going to the hospital one night, with Christmas near, I asked my Father, “Will Santa still appear?”
Turning to me, with a loving smile, he said, “Don’t worry, Dad. We’ll be home in a little while”
You’ve allowed me to be myself, to fly high and free.
You saw that special someone, deep inside of me.
I’ve treasured the years we’ve had and anticipate the ones to come.
I will love you forever, and I’m proud to be your son.
The barren streets are filled with snow.
The aroma of pines, wines and homemade treats hang in the air.
Through frosted panes of glass, lights are gleaming and hearts are beaming.
One and all come together to spread love and good cheer.
Gifts are given, tales are told, while memories are created between young and old.
Sunlight pierces the curtains; sheets are pulled back, and feet hit the floor.
Daybreak brings stretching, sustenance and song.
Water is splashed; a shirt is shrugged on, and fingers run through hair.
Holes are buttoned, laces tightened and a belt is fastened.
One final glance; the door opens.
It’s a new day.
Below are my first Shatisms using William Shatner’s brilliant new app: Shatoetry. The app allows you to put words in Shatner’s mouth and have him recite them back to you. Dramatic pauses can be added between words, as well as three different variations on each word – with each one sounding more emotionally charged than the last. The current list of words is long enough to create some hysterical phrases and future app updates will include words packs for holidays and special occasions. The app also has a co-op mode, on and offline, where you and another “Shatoetist” can create a Shatism together. In addition to being able to download your creations, Shatoetry lets you share your Shatisms in a variety of ways, including: Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, and email. While it’s initially only available for iOS devices, an Android version is in the works.
The sun descends in the cool autumn sky, blasting rays of orange, pink and red across the cityscape.
The leaves are turning nearly as fast as the pages in the hands of erudite youth.
Bitter winds sweep the terrain, confections are in abundance and disguises are adorned as the masquerade casts its spell.
Day after day, you fill my life with hope and carry me away.
You’re an enchanting enigma, and I’m spellbinded by your complexity.
When I’m down, you make me smile. And sometimes I can’t get you off my mind.
You’re infectious and magical. I peel back your layers and continue to learn something new.
You fill me with elation and embody my soul. A life without you isn’t worth living, for you make me whole.
You make me laugh, cry and chill me to the bone. As long as we’re together, I know I’m home.
Our love affair is 27 years old, and I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. You’re profoundly beautiful…you’re my everything.