poetry

  • '22: A Rimfire Year - Make Every Shot Count

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    It has been snowing for the last four hours. The parking lot at Tim Horton's shows evidence of being busy by the tire tracks and footprints in the snow. As I look out the window I shiver due to the cold. Sometimes it looks pretty. Sometimes it looks depressing. I'll be out in it soon enough.

    The first snowfall of the year should be special. It brings the world to a standstill for those seeking the peace and quiet of a muffled world covered in white. There is still the danger of bad drivers driving junk cars in need of a brake job on ice-covered roads, but in spite of the threat of a fender-bender, there is the promise that all will be well if we calm down enough to enjoy the moment. Slow it down. Take time out to breathe. Let the moment embrace us for a while.

    I should be in panic mode, but I'm not. My situation is precarious, as I have been unemployed for a year. My income has been dwindling. I'm behind in rent. And I have no idea how to make hopes and dreams come true.

    While in Thailand I wrote three ebooks of poetry that I had hoped would produce a little bit of income over the years. Just a side gig if things go sideways. Not the be-all-end-all plan, but something supplementary when the chips were down.  The chips are down and the ebooks haven't sold. I promote them but nothing happens. And that means there is no way to one day publish them as real books. I need sales to bring in the royalty checks, but it isn't happening. There are other ebooks I need to edit and make available. Got to get the current ebooks selling first.

    Since returning from overseas I have continued writing poetry. I've been learning about other poetic forms that rarely get discussed. I've attempted writing in some of those forms and found the experience to be fulfilling. They have helped make me a better writer. Soon I will feel comfortable looking for markets for my work. Then I will learn more about my shortcomings as a writer and what I need to do to improve.

    I have a design or two for t-shirts to promote 23 Country Music Highway, but that market is unpredictable. It's also costly. I don't have the money to produce the shirts in sufficient quantity, though I think they might sell during First Friday events, and during the July 4 weekend, and Poage's Landing Days here in Ashland, Kentucky. They might even sell in some of the shops here in town.

    "If you aim at nothing, you will hit nothing."

    I have three targets to aim at this year. I will hit them. I will do what I can to make every shot count in this rimfire year.

    You can find my ebooks through www.goodreads.com. The Chiang Mai Sessions, The Bangkok Sessions, and Shadows of Doi Suthep are also available on Amazon.

  • Knowing the Poetry Forms

    "Know the form but be formless." - Kung Fu proverb

    In practicing forms in martial arts one builds the muscle memory to effectively block, kick, and punch. When it is deep serious, the form is useless, as each movement is used in a situation ideal for improvisation.

    In poetry the same is true. Know the forms. One who writes poetry is expressing thought or emotion or self with an economy of words. The forms help tighten one's writing without restricting it. It helps the poet increase their knowledge of vocabulary and builds the mind and heart's ability to express itself.

    Like the advice given to musicians and songwriters regarding three chords and the truth, we have forms like haiku, shadorma, tanka, sijo, and others that give us few lines and few syllables in which to speak our peace. These exercises force us to push our creativity and our brevity. And in so little space we can expand the hearts and minds of others. It also pushes us, encourages us, to think more deeply about our own thought and feelings. In the beauty of the form, we can bring ourselves to tears of sorrow or tears of joy. We can change and we can grow. Others who read the work might be changed and might grow, as well, as we travel the same path. I believe that the stronger we are in the forms the stronger we will be in the improvisational expressions of our writing.
  • The Long Haul

    woke up this morning
    staring at the sky
    I was California dreamin'
    and wondering why
    two tons of cargo
    two tons of heartache
    five hundred miles to go
    man I can't catch a break
    but I'm in it for the long haul
    I'm going to rise up
    I'm going to answer your call

    woke up this morning
    wond'ring what to say
    got a twelve-pack of soda
    to get me through the day
    I've made up my mind
    and I've spoken my peace
    listen to the engine whine
    the brakes sweetly release
    I'm in it for the long haul
    I'm going to take my stand
    I'm going to answer your call

    woke up this morning
    with you needing me
    to come home one more time
    you know I can't say no
    I know you can't say yes
    after the afterglow
    there's nothing to confess
    I'm in it for the long haul
    I'm in it for the ride
    I'm in it for the long haul
    and the truth we can't hide

  • National Poetry Month & National Poetry Writing Month

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    A whole lotta years ago I read Mexico City Blues and Pomes All Sizes by Jack Kerouac. For a while, I was into reading his works like Desolation Peak, On the Road, and a few other books that gave insight into the Beat period. I wasn't totally sold on what I read, but I found his poetry accessible. When I wrote The Chiang Mai Sessions and The Bangkok Sessions I had him in mind. When National Poetry Month comes along my first poem is always addressed to him. And every poem is a shadorma, a six-line form that originated in Spain. (Yes, I know he was of French ancestry.) This year was no different.

    So far I have written four poems this month. Three of them use the shadorma pattern while one is a fourteen-line poem, a variation of the sonnet. Shadorma can rhyme if you want to write it that way. It uses a syllable count of 3-5-3-3-7-5.

    I've been using Verse Perfect for Songwriters and Poets by Bryant McGill for several years to write poems and have found it to be a very pleasant piece of software.

    Day Two is about over, leaving 28 days left to reach my goals. I'm going to try to write 60 poems this month. I will experiment with new forms while applying lessons learned using more popular forms, and we will see if I can get another ebook written.

    Let's see what happens next...

  • NaPoWriMo 2021

    cover for a yet unreleased collection of poetry from a few years ago

    cover for a yet unreleased collection of poetry from a few years ago

    National Poetry Month is coming in April 2021 and I'm ready for it. This past February I started my next collection of poetry and I think what I've written to date is pretty good. I'm going to shoot for two poems a day in April. I will also try to post at least two times a week here on Xanga. I'll have a schedule for that in the next two days. My next post will be on April 1. In the meantime, here are a couple of poems from NaPoWriMo 2013.

    Let Us Sing New Songs

    Let us sing new songs
    Songs about this joyful life
    And our journey home
    The days are full of evil
    But the dark skies renew my hope

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    Watch It Come for You

    watch if come for you
    the knockout blow from a friend
    who cares about you
    ego must be deflated
    who better than from one you trust?

  • Watercolor World

    Let me give her a spin and give her a twirl
    Let me under her skin and give us a whirl
    Roller skating through her watercolor world
    Strawberry ice cream and dandelion honey
    walking through the park on days that are sunny

    There are pink clouds in June that come what may
    And songs out of tune that have something to say
    The fountain spray mists her watercolor world
    We eat our lunch bought from a street vendor's cart
    Sit and watch the world before it breaks our heart

    Listen to the world singing its song anew
    Rivers gurgle and fountains splash under sky blue
    Reds and greens blend in her watercolor world
    Where her strawberry dreams end in joyful tears
    As Heaven brightens the hope that ends her fears

  • When the Bull Throws Us to the Ground

    there are always strings attached
    when two people are mismatched
    straight out of the gate
    the bull is bucking hard
    teeth are loosened and jarred
    trampled sod is our fate
    when that bull throws us to the ground

    we got to cut those strings
    we got to cut those ties
    the happiness it brings
    cuts the grey out of blue skies

    love blooms when it's ready
    helps the heart beat steady
    the world spins around
    that's the way it should be
    breathing deep, breathing free
    as we land face down
    when that bull throws us to the ground

    we got to cut those strings
    we got to cut those ties
    oh the joy that it brings
    cuts the grey out of blue skies

    we're gonna get hurt
    we're gonna lose our shirt
    we're gonna get busted up
    zoom in for our close-up
    we're gonna get smeared
    and then we're gonna get jeered
    we're gonna grin and bear it
    that's just what love does
    it's just what we do
    in a less than perfect world

    we'll keep cutting those strings
    we'll keep cutting those ties
    how long till others realize
    all the joy that it brings
    in cutting the grey out of our skies

  • Dead Man Walking

    (c) 2019 James Heald
    --chant royal--

    I am a dead man walking
    streets littered with broken dreams
    no amount of sweet talking
    will silence the frightened screams
    of people lost without hope
    ready to swing by the rope
    as I stand here in the rain
    I hear the voice of their pain
    behind them are better days
    days that will come back again
    once their hearts are set ablaze

    God is a consuming fire
    who sent His Son after me
    consequences were dire
    for telling Him let me be
    He told me take up my cross
    then count life as total loss
    you know I killed Him for it
    but His love was infinite
    I chose to accept His grace
    with His light my path is lit
    with His strength I run the race

    with Christ I am crucified
    I am dead, buried, and gone
    for He crossed the great divide
    and became my Liaison
    with my Father in heaven
    the Creator of all men
    He loves with a mighty love
    as He reigns from up above
    and I, this dead man walking,
    live in the light of His love
    my actions do the talking

    keep the commandments of God
    hold to the faith of Jesus
    His word is the shepherd's rod
    on Him should be my focus
    I bear His great commission
    here I complete my mission
    where He leads I will follow
    even into the shadow
    of the valley of my death
    where I will meet my Hero
    and then breathe my final breath

    I am a dead man walking
    called from darkness into light
    I am a dead man stalking
    corridors of endless night
    in valleys of decision
    deception and delusion
    I share my testimony
    and find this serenity
    in the darkest of places
    knowing that the blind will see
    joy will light up their faces

  • one haiku and three tanka

    These were written this past March as the cherry blossoms were coming out. It's April and National Poetry Month, and Poem-in-Your-Pocket day at the local library.

    I've written maybe six poems so far this month, and have three days to make up for it. Gonna be a fun weekend.

    a cherry blossom
    flying on the wind to the sky
    I see in your eye

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    once I walked a path
    lined with bright pink cherry trees
    blossom on the wind
    caught on my outstretched fingers
    t'was easier to catch than love

    ---

    mist on the river
    moonlight in the cherry trees
    a gentle east wind
    I walk through dew-covered grass
    wishing we could share this night

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    heavy with their blooms
    tree branches wave in the breeze
    to their long lost friends
    seeking the warmth of springtime
    and longing to kiss the sun

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  • Turn out the Light

    just let it fall
    just let it fall
    just let it fall
    just let it fall tonight
    you know it will be alright

    you know it is going to rain
    you know it is going to snow
    you know it it going to hurt
    you know it is going to fade away
    be patient waiting for the day
    you know it will be alright
    turn out the light

    just let it go
    just let it go
    just let it go
    just let it go tonight
    you know it will be alright

    soon enough we take the stand
    soon enough we make our stand
    soon enough we make our play
    be patient waiting for the day
    you know it will be alright
    turn out the light

    just let it roll
    just let it roll
    just let it roll
    just let it roll tonight
    I know we will be alright

    soon enough this night will pass
    soon enough the die is cast
    we will see a brand new day
    be careful in what you say
    we know it will be alright
    turn out the light