Poetry

Resolutions – substitutions; Just say no to Resolutions

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It’s that time of the year again, time for Resolutions. I have posted many times that I do not make resolutions; I just plan and do the deeds. However, I say this every year and I do make a list of things that I have to do to keep my sanity, especially in the realm of writing.

I have been writing, but only posting to my blog. Why you ask? I gotta stop drinking, procrastinating and going onto Facebook, and watching sports, and…but I digress.

I am not going to get caught up in the hype of resolutions, on the first day of January. Besides, I think all resolutions are a precursor to failure. However, I personally find that there really isn’t anything wrong with failure, failure means, you at least tried.

What I am going to do, try and maybe fail, and or, try and succeed, well, there are a bunch of things that I must do for the year of 2017 and beyond. I really have to finish all of the below because, I am tired of eating PB&J every day, with water. I really miss eating steak, salmon, caviar, champagne…even though I am a vegetarian, I still miss em all.

My goals for 2017:

Finish the novel I started for NaNoWriMo, by at least by the end February, or at least sometime this year, “Marooned”. I am into about 10k words (that took me six days to write 10k words), and would love to end with at least, 60k – 70k+ words. I have had a cover created, which has inspired me to write the story, all of which is glued to a tiny portion of my brain.

 I have finished two books in my “fictional autobiography” series. Now I need to edit them and find someone to read them, for clarity. There are four more in the series to write. The main thing is to find a publisher. I would love to have this series published the old-fashioned, traditional, way. Self-publishing is not out of the question.

In past couple of months, I have come up a few new story lines, Time Sleeper, Day Runner, Comic Con and Surf’s Up. My plate is getting full, and I am hungry.

I started writing a new book of poetry, Haikus. The Haiku’s are in regard to the seasons.  I was taking pictures of nature, in the spring, summer, fall and winter. I think I have all the pictures I need. Of course, a few more won’t hurt, and I have written over a hundred and fleshed out many more haiku’s. However, I have over 500 pictures, which is about the amount I would need to finish writing.

In addition, I have finished two screenplays. Now that I found out about Amazon Storywriter, it should help me focus on my story with features such as auto-formatting, import/export of my favorite file formats. They have also announced that they are now welcoming online submissions of drama series projects and are offering new expansions to their open-door submission policy.

 

A new Web site! I took the last one down three or so years ago. My goal is to get one up and running in the next couple of months.

On 3×5 cards, I have written out 42 stories. Most of them I wrote over 30 years or so ago. It’s time to outline those stories and get productive this years.

I have so many other goals to accomplish this year, and as of the first of January, I can’t think of any resolutions.

 

A Study in Orange and Black

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Chaos

Fire and steel, molten

red malevolence poured

from vessel to vessel,

Chaos.

 

A river of steel flowing growing

smaller, pounded, beaten, flattened,

drenched, cooled,

Chaos.

 

A whistle blaring, a train’s

coming laden with ore splattering

its contents down the side,

Chaos.

 

Sparks fly like static electricity

dancing in the air, sizzling

aimlessly, alight near a flowerless plant

growing in the orange rust colored ground,

Chaos.

 

On that same plant, a butterfly

A spectacle beholding,

a Monarch, or maybe…

Chaos?

WHY?

Why?

Why me?!

Am I in control?

There’s a rip in the

fabric of time.

Shit Happens!

There is no control.

Life slips thru my

Fingers

like water through a

sieve.

An endless search

may find my destiny

wrapped up like a

ball of yarn, batted,

whacked, played with–

by a big scary

Cat.

Recovery is eventual

similar to ripping of

one’s pants.

Salvage!

Why me? Only I…

would

know.

Serenity

Serenity

Marbled Blue Skies
Green Grass, relaxing beneath
Bright Yellow Sunrises
Red and Orange Sunsets

Clear Waterfalls rambling onward
Brown Geese honking
White Swans swimming forward
Blue Jays singing

Roses tantalizing odors
Apples crunchy, tasty, sour
Wild Raspberries bountiful
Blackberry’s ripe for the picking

Trees bending slightly in the light breeze
Butterflies flitter along searching
Bee’s busy buzzing
Frogs croaking loudly

Dogs barking, playing
Children spinning wildly
Bubbles floating gingerly by
Laughter throughout

J.S. Bach softly playing
A glass of Red Wine
A Comfortable Chair
A Good book to read

Serenity

Meditation

meditation

I will relax I will relax.

I will take myself down to my state of relaxation.
As I slide down my brass pole to my state.
I will relax.

I drop onto my carved out tree stoop in this beautiful meadow,
Surrounded by Black-eye Susan’s and Daisies gazing skyward.
Their faces, tickled by long cheerful fingers of sunlight
Poking through a foggy morning sky.
I will relax.

As the fog starts to lift, I spy forest of pine trees.
Through the pine scented trees, I see a lake.
The deep blue sky reflects with perfection
On water as smooth as a pane of glass.
I will relax.

Beyond the lake, I can make out titanic mountains.
Lush green fills its muscular surface, and its broad sides
Sitting atop in all of its splendor, a scoop of vanilla ice cream,
Slowly melting as the morning sun bleats downward.
I will relax

My body is relaxed, my mind is relaxed, and my soul is relaxed,
I am relaxed
My body is relaxed, my mind is relaxed, and my soul is relaxed,
I am relaxed I am relaxed.

Serenity

Marbled Blue Skies
Green Grass, relaxing beneath
Bright Yellow Sunrises
Red and Orange Sunsets

Clear Waterfalls rambling onward
Brown Geese honking
White Swans swimming forward
Blue Jays singing

Roses tantalizing odors
Apples crunchy, tasty, sour
Wild Raspberries bountiful
Blackberry’s ripe for the picking

Trees bending, slightly in the light breeze
Butterflies flitter along searching
Bee’s busy buzzing
Frogs croaking loudly

Dogs barking, playing
Children spinning wildly
Bubbles floating gingerly by
Laughter throughout

J.S. Bach softly playing
A glass of Red Wine
A Comfortable Chair
A Good book to read

Serenity

Haiku’s of Spring

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Sitting with Spring

 

In a lush forest

Sitting under a fir tree

Its spirit talks to me


 

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Spring flowers

 

White flowers bloom over

Once green trees, fruit will grow there

Soon my mouth waters


 

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Above the Chaos

 

Above the chaos blight

Upon the desolate ground

One pretty flower grows