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A Kernel of Truth

 

A kernel of truth

From your lips I expect

Instead I am hearing

Of a Colonel you decked?

 

That notwithstanding

I asked for your word

So please be forthcoming

And say what you heard!

 

You swear it’s a bird

That doesn’t make sense

Why would a fowl

Jump over your fence?

 

Lady I’m here

To deal with a crime

So lose all this nonsense

And stop all the rhyme!!

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A Tale of a Tail

 

A tale of a tail

Attached to a rat

Who wanted some cheese

That belonged to a cat

 

Our cat loved to play

All day with a string

But it had been taken

By a dog who could sing

 

Now the cat knew the dog

Just wanted a bone

That belonged to a man

Who lived on his own

 

But the man was annoyed

That his home had a mouse

Who scurried around

All over of the house

 

If the mouse could be caught

Then the bone would be tendered

The string would drawn

And the cheese would be rendered

 

Horrid the deeds

Would need to be done

Death and defying

Was the character of none

 

So the tale of this tail

Will end on a high

In the house of the man

They all settled for pie!

Misbehaving

 

I plan to misbehave

And do the things I shouldn’t

All because of Them

Who told me that I couldn’t

 

For all those years I was my best

And did as I was asked

Now’s the time to have some fun

I have become unmasked

 

Lights left on in empty rooms

A burner far too big

I even said a word out loud

My Mom would flip her wig

 

Evil deeds will be the norm

I left my door unlocked

I’ve changed my path from good to bad

I fear I’ll be defrocked!

 

People now will curse my name

Those who cared will weep

Misbehaving’s hard to do

I think it’s back to sleep

 

Perhaps another day I’ll try

To throw away my chains

Until that time I’ll rest with ease

And count my many gains

The Comma Rules!

“After eating my siblings and I left the table.”   “After eating, my siblings and I left the table.” That changes things doesn’t it?

Now I love my siblings, preferable without a side of fries. I also love to play with words. The marrying of simple nous and verbs and other strange technical babbling can bring someone to tears or give them a great belly laugh. Words can make you think, change your opinion or show you the truth. Unless . . . .

Ill spoken, or written, words will achieve nothing. Except perhaps to fill up space on a page. Even well written words can only have a life if they are read. It is a relationship, a marriage if you will, between the writer and the reader. It may only last a few seconds or a few minutes but it can be intense and fulfilling. However . . .

The words may be perfection but their arrangement may be skewed. If you have to reread a sentence several times to understand it’s meaning then, perhaps, it is not arranged correctly. Punctuation helps to guide us through the words in order to make sense of them. And we could all use a little more sense.

I was never taught grammar in school. As a child I read voraciously and I had parents who would not accept slang. I either spoke correctly or I went hungry. Ok, it wasn’t that bad. I learned by example. In school I was put into an advanced group for reading because it was thought I understood the mechanics of the English language, I did not. Oops.

I use punctuation to make the sentences make sense to me. I do it by ear. As a writer I also, sometimes intentionally, do not follow the rules. Especially when writing poetry, there is a rhythm, a cadence that is important. But also as a writer it is important to be understood.

I once asked the question: “. . .  if no one reads your words do they matter?” The answer is yes! Even if it’s only to me.

Across the pond

I have been blogging since February 2013. My mother had died almost a year earlier and I was at a loss for direction. My brother and sister knew that I’d been writing a newsletter for my apartment building for almost 10 years and they suggested I start a blog.   I hadn’t any idea on how to go about that, so I googled it. Google. There’s a whole new Dictionary for the 21st-century and I’m still learning. Words like google or hashtag or bitcom were unknown only a few years ago. Now they’re everywhere. Our language has evolved. I would like to say we have evolved right along with it, but of that I am not too sure.

As I learned about blogging I too evolved.   I learned about brevity. I learned about content and I met some amazing people. I spend almost 2 hours everyday just reading the blogs I follow and my day starts with a blast! Before 8 o’clock I’ve usually had many smiles, a few tears, a couple of guffaws and quite often an education. I look forward to my mornings.

It’s moving into late fall/early winter here in southern Ontario and the mornings are quite . . . dull (and cold). There is a blog I look forward to every morning because she posts incredible pictures of flowers! It’s hard to believe but she’s literally half a world away.   As her world is turning into a hot summer, mine is turning into a cold winter. I like to be reminded with flowers and beautiful skies, that natural warmth still exists. She has asked for winter pictures to prove that cold still happens. Well, I’m very pleased we don’t have any snow (currently) so I went back a few years and pulled out some lovely winter pictures of what it does look like here in the winter.

I used to love the winter. Walking on snow that squeaked because it was so cold. The nights were quiet and so crisp you could see your breath. There would come a point when I could no longer feel my toes or my fingertips. My mother would always have hot chocolate waiting for me. Those are some wonderful memories. And then I grew up.

I don’t miss the snow, it just gets in the way of my wheelchair. I don’t miss the cold. Because I’m no longer walking, I’m not generating any internal body heat, so it’s bloody cold out there! I don’t begrudge others who love to toboggan or ski but they can do it north of me, power to them! I would love to be able to hibernate until say March, maybe April but unfortunately I have a life that I rather enjoy so I schlep on my winter coat and brave the outdoors. I can hardly wait for spring!

But because I have a friend I like, I will endeavour to provide her with the information she requires: Cold weather pictures! If you would like to check out her beautiful flowers, and so much more, you can find her at:                                                   https://madcapdog.wordpress.com/

 

Brrrrrrrr!