I am writing about things that I like, things that bring me joy.
My dad, in his book Credo, wrote a poem about things that were pleasing to him. It was titled, Personal Choices and one of the verses went like this…
I like
the serenity of old battlefields
short sermons,
and chores well done.
©1981 Jack Mahoney
I decided to list some of the things that I like, using the same poetic form that Dad used in that very poem…
I like,
Fernleaf Buckthorns, brash, red geraniums,
white Dogwoods anchored in black mulch,
and the delicate, pink blooms on Scottish Heather.
I like,
the pre-dawn aria of the mourning dove,
the clickity-clack of an archaic timepiece,
and the seductive sadness in the voice of Chrissie Hynde.
I like,
footlong chili dogs, cheeseburgers rare,
lima beans and scalloped corn,
and BLTs heavy on the bacon.
I like,
the warmth and closeness of my son’s embrace,
a cool breeze in August, the January thaw,
and goosebumps germinated by the heat and moisture of a loved one’s kiss.
I like,
the smell of a backyard cookout,
the scent of fresh cut Christmas trees,
and the aroma of basil on pizza fresh from the oven.
I like,
poems by Tennyson, Donne, and Dylan Thomas,
the honest comedy of Chris Rock,
and drinking Wild Irish Rose from a knowing, old, beer glass.
©2010 Matt-Man
Yeah, I like that, and I hope you liked it too.
Happy Hump Day, all.
Cheers!!
24 comments:
My favorite is the second from the last. I love basil...on anything!
Michele: Yeah, I dig Basil. It smells good while in the oven as well. Cheers Michele!!
I'm no expert on poetry, but that's some pretty damn good writing there buddy.
Jay: Why thank ya. Sometimes it just kinda rolls easily. This was one of those rare times. Thanks again, and Cheers Jay!!
You have a way with words, like your dad. Nice work.
*grin*
That is all ...
D: Why thanks D...Now come back to the internets. Or not. Whatever feels "right". Cheers D!!
Dana: What does that mean? Does it mean you liked it, or that you think I'm a moron? Cheers Dana!!
I think I can predict Dana's answer. It would be 'yes'.
Now let's talk about the failure to mention Schmoobies only to be compensated for by mentioning BACOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!
Mike: Ha...I didn't mention Schmoobies but I did mention goosebumps. Cheers Mike!!
The word eloquent comes to mind.
Nicely done.
I like...
When you share your fathers exceptional poetry with me and the rest of the unwashed masses.
Lovely.
Beautiful, as always.
Jeff: That may be the first time anyone has said that about anything I have written. Thanks. Cheers Jeff!!
Scott: Thanks, now go take a shower. Cheers Scott!!
Chick: Why thank ya kind lady. Cheers Chick!!
Schmoop: Thanks Sexy. See what happens when I take an hour to write something rather than my usual twenty minutes? ; ) Zoves and Cheers Schmoop!!
Love the part about the warmness of your sons hug. Sweet.
Raquel: I have my tender moments. Actually, far more often than people realize. Cheers Roc!!
A cool breeze in August? Is that even possible?
Candice: It's incredibly rare, that's why I like it so much. Cheers Candice!!
Not only did I like it, I loved it! You wordsmith, you.
But the heather thing is kind of gay.
Nice poetry there Matt-Man.
I would bet the farm on the idea that there is nothing you love more in this whole wide world more than eating pussy other than loving Ryno.
Dish: Ha. I dig heather. It's a cool, tough plant that is also nice looking. Y'know, like me. Cheers Dish!!
David: Well that was kinda rude. Not altogether untrue, but rude. Hee. Cheers David!!
This "rude" you speak of.....is that a good thing or a bad thing?
David: I like rude. Cheers David!!
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