Little River (Book) - 2/28/2021 9:11:59 AM
Little River by Dadfire is the humorous and heartwarming coming-of-age story of a boy nicknamed "Bean." It will have you laughing and wondering what next he and his little brother, Jack, will be up to. Their life begins on the family farm in Arkansas, but tragedy and loss drives the changes that need to be made. Through it all, love and friendship carries the day, lending him and his family much needed strength. Bean's wise observations and lessons from his parents, show the importance of simply caring.
Little River is a story one does not easily forget. It is told with such love that, as the book winds to a close, you will be hoping and praying for Bean and his little brother, too.
Real Zombies Don't Wear Clothes (Short Story) - 8/2/2017 3:14:55 PM
Wow Dan, There sure must have been a lot of excitement in your little town. I'm still laughing. I might have run off the road laughing. Your Mom sounds like she enjoyed the joke too.
Real Zombies Don't Wear Clothes (Short Story) - 8/2/2017 5:39:20 AM
Today, someone would take a video of you guys and put it on the Internet. And then you would be visited by the cops and arrested for disrupting traffic and a potential road hazard.
The Nelson boys taking your clothes was a nice twist. Was that the fiction? My mother was the same. Never got away with anything. Moms know everything and often don't tell dads to protect the innocent.
In those days we heard rumors people getting "the cramps," and drowning all the time. Kids just naturally took to the water and sometimes lost their life in the fun. I remember my mother put my sister on the bank of a lake at a picnic one time and she rolled in the water. Fortunately, she floated nicely and was rescued.
Really need to know more of your adventures. Get get enough of them.
Ron
Real Zombies Don't Wear Clothes (Short Story) - 8/2/2017 12:43:27 AM
You guys must have been the talk of the town! I enjoyed this "simple" story reduced to the bare essentials.
Real Zombies Don't Wear Clothes (Short Story) - 8/1/2017 1:46:09 PM
This is my favorite piece yet. I yearn for the world to return to this time of peaceful innocence. I remember playing in a ditch of muddy water as a child after a big rain. But.....I didn't know it was a sewage ditch. :-o
Real Zombies Don't Wear Clothes (Short Story) - 8/1/2017 1:18:16 PM
This is again a true story, well, mostly!! May change the names later to protect the innocent if I keep adding chapters?
Dan ( Danny)
A Reel Story - It's All In The Head (Short Story) - 4/19/2017 2:22:36 AM
The one that almost got away! Glad Doc Jones didn't need to stitch your brother's wound under the circumstances.
A Reel Story - It's All In The Head (Short Story) - 4/14/2017 7:54:08 PM
Dan, Funniest thing I've read in a long time. It didn't take a lot of imagination to picture you running after Mack and paying out line. Now My step brother was 4 years older then me and a real sprinter. If it had happened to us, i would have had to set the drag just to keep him from running all the line off my reel.
You really know how to tell a story.
A Reel Story - It's All In The Head (Short Story) - 4/13/2017 5:27:24 AM
That was probably the biggest land fish you ever caught… And he almost got away! If a passerby with a cell phone had got a video and it was posted on YouTube, you would've had a million hits in a day! I bet the whole time you were chasing him you really worried about yanking that treble hook out of his scalp. If you had, your brother would probably tell the tale of the time you, "scalped him."
We were fishing fools, I more so than my twin brother. I do recall snagging one another lightly once or twice with our Century spin cast rods and reels, but never anything so serious as to have to go to the doctor.
We picked raspberries for old Mr. Nowacki. As a reward for our good work, he took us fishing to where the Eau Plaine River emptied into the Wisconsin… big fish territory. When we got to his house to go. He wasn't there. His wife told us sarcastically that he was, "at the bar."
When we got to the bar two blocks up Central Avenue, we found him on a barstool. He apologized. "Sorry boys, I'm a bit tipsy. But I promised you, so let's go."
Fortunately, the two-lane highway all the way to the fishing hole by the bridge had almost no traffic. Mr. Nowacki had an interesting way of cutting corners on a curve by driving on the wrong side of the road, something we'd never seen our father do.
While we were catching perch on worms, my brother had a big northern on until he got very close and then he lost it. He got the perch, though with the teeth marks of the northern where it held on until finally giving up the fight for the fish with my brother.
A few minutes later, we saw Mr. Nowacki down on his knees struggling with something in the water, and he pulled up a 28 inch long northern! He had quickly baited his book with a small perch and caught that hungry predator. Pretty crafty for a drunk old coot.
Ron
A Reel Story - It's All In The Head (Short Story) - 4/12/2017 7:45:09 PM
Takes me back to when I was young fishing in the Illinois river with my brothers. We got tired went swimming and we had life jackets on but the current drew my youngest brother under, then it was me. I reached down and grabbed a handful of brothers hair before he was lost to me and started swimming sideways under water to the bank with my left arm. I will never forget that day because I believed my brother would have drowned had I not grabbed his hair. Scared the living daylights out of us!
Enjoyed this story Dan, brought back childhood memories.
Thanks for sharing...
TeresaBW
A Reel Story - It's All In The Head (Short Story) - 4/12/2017 8:49:50 AM
This reads like a Norman Rockwell painting. Your imagery made the story "pop out" atcha!!!
Love ya!
Jane
A Tale of Think and Thought (Poetry) - 11/29/2025 7:52:46 AM
I think you gave a lot of Think to this Thinkful poem.
Clever, cute and very funny.
It's good to hear from you again.
Ron
Tik Tok (Poetry) - 3/12/2024 10:21:19 AM
Aren't all of our love clocks! It's good to see you posting again with these great song lyrics.
Ron
If You Should Ever Fall (Poetry) - 9/4/2023 7:29:32 AM
I love this, it deeply touched my heart.
If You Should Ever Fall (Poetry) - 7/3/2023 4:32:32 PM
I have to say this resonates with me. You must have been thinking of someone in particular when you penned this. This would make a good love song. M.Kuntz
If You Should Ever Fall (Poetry) - 3/12/2023 1:32:35 PM
These lyrics are hot, Dadfire!! Do you collaborate with anyone? You should.
Love ya!
Jane
If You Should Ever Fall (Poetry) - 3/12/2023 9:24:18 AM
Thanks Mystic and Ron for the compliments. I am so busy doing gigs now I don't have time to write as much for the den. I miss getting on here like I use to do so often. I will get some recording of a song or two done soon and send you guys a link to listen to see how they sound. I am not the greatest singer but I have a unique style as it where. I wish one of these days, we could have an authorsden get together of all the names I have seen over the years on this site. I feel like I know all you guys without having never met. We all have a communlty and bond in spirit like nothing else I have experienced in life. I will copy this to your email in case you don't see this message. Take care my friends.
If You Should Ever Fall (Poetry) - 3/12/2023 4:40:27 AM
so you have music to go with this ?
I would so love to here it, please share a link with me, vie :)
If You Should Ever Fall (Poetry) - 3/9/2023 10:52:56 AM
Beautifully written and uplifting. As I read I was reminded of Simon and Garfunkel's Bridge over Troubled Waters. Probably just written Paul Simon. And the song of the year back in the early 1970s.
Is this song, Song of the Year material, I don't know. I guess I would have to hear it sung by a great singer you know if it would make the grade.
Welcome back posting!
Ron
Slipping And Sliding Into Love (Poetry) - 5/4/2022 10:34:27 AM
What a lovely song. Hope you will get it published and sung by the right singer.
Slipping And Sliding Into Love (Poetry) - 4/25/2022 2:20:22 PM
Bravo, "Dadfire"! I'd love to see you in action!! Write on!!
Love ya!
Jane
Slipping And Sliding Into Love (Poetry) - 4/24/2022 8:52:39 AM
I really like it. Very catchy and the kind of love song that easily gets popular. Good job!
I would only request that you change the line, "Like the hands on a clock that circle to pray," that still ends in pray but doesn't make sense to me with a clock circling.
Ron
Where It's At (Poetry) - 2/2/2022 1:03:30 PM
Love your song, get it published with the music.
Where It's At (Poetry) - 1/22/2022 11:35:58 AM
Country songs are still going strong through all the years because they are down-home and people can relate to those feelings, especially people from the country, but it's surprising how many city dwellers dream about living out there, wild and free, too.
I really like the tone of this one. Your picture reminds me of my twin brother and I out and about by the shack behind the barn we lived in for our first two years. One of our first T-shirts that we wore a lot and had our picture taken in, and on the front, "Rope 'um Ronald and Rope 'um Roger" with rope surrounding our names. Great with our cowboy outfits.
Ron
Where It's At (Poetry) - 1/20/2022 5:43:09 PM
Thanks guys! This has become about my number one song I do now. The folks clap along and sometimes shout out the end part of verses "Where it's at." I love it when a song makes a connection with people. Yall just need to come to the Gulf Coast and to the Florabama on a vacation here in the south on the beach and I would give you a tour. I sing at the Florabama every Monday night and you would have a blast!
Where It's At (Poetry) - 1/20/2022 3:17:47 PM
NICE song!!! So entertaining I could imagine you singing this!!!
Sandie
Where It's At (Poetry) - 1/19/2022 10:17:12 PM
lol I'd love to hear you sing that ! well done
Change (Poetry) - 1/18/2022 6:46:33 PM
During the first half of my life,
I wanted to be everything
that my parents wanted me to be.
Then, in the second half, I realized I just wanted to be me.
I tried to become what others wanted me to be to please them,
but then I realized not everyone wanted to be pleased by me.
So, now finally, I've learned the hard way - I just need to be me.
No matter how many times I have changed,
the person whom I have become is just going to be ME.
Sandie
These Weary Bones (Poetry) - 7/8/2021 9:46:40 AM
I want to go too! A wonderful pen.
These Weary Bones (Poetry) - 3/27/2021 8:46:51 AM
From the sound of it, you ain't going to get there… At least anytime soon.
The lament of an old timer in a new timing world. Based on what I know of young people today, they are getting there with or without us.
But it is rather catchy and with the right arrangement and singer, could be a big hit.
Ron
Sleep You Do Or Sleep You Don't (Poetry) - 3/19/2021 5:36:33 AM
No offense to your writing skills, Dan
but Wm. Munsell's advice is spot on.
Sleep You Do Or Sleep You Don't (Poetry) - 3/14/2021 7:37:34 PM
If sleep refuses wont come and there's a song that you want to write
fight it not for if you do you will be awake all night
So get that song on paper if you must stay awake
Because waiting for your final sleep is a big mistake
Sleep You Do Or Sleep You Don't (Poetry) - 3/14/2021 12:40:33 PM
You certainly touched all the bases of sleeping that I have experienced. More so lately than earlier when sleep was something I just did when I was ready and rose from when I was ready as well… Generally at 6 AM when that damn alarm went off.
Ron
PS. Those last lines look like a different kind of sleep, but it's okay to dream on what they might be. ;-)
Crocs With Socks (Poetry) - 3/12/2021 1:20:35 PM
Wonderful rhyme and flow in an enchanting poem sure to charm the socks off readers, young and old.
Little Folk (Baby Comes Along) (Poetry) - 3/12/2021 1:18:27 PM
Love this humorous and very astute look at being a big brudder. The dialect adds so much to the poetry story. One feels sorry for Brudder as he is forced to give up the past attention to his new wrinkly sister.
are you THERE yet? (Poetry) - 3/9/2021 2:53:21 PM
Fun Poem Dan i enjoyed, but i ain't been there yet, i've beeen over yonder
Borrowed Delusion (Poetry) - 2/14/2021 5:15:06 PM
Wonderful flow and rhyme. A wise pen. I find at the last years of my life it seems there is no time and I lived all these years that feel more like a few days. A thought provoking poem.
Borrowed Delusion (Poetry) - 2/13/2021 8:52:31 AM
I really think you could put a melody to this. When things get near the end of a lifetime seems to be compressed into a moment and of little consequence in the course of history… Unless of course, one has made a mark on history that is indelible with time.
Ron
Borrowed Delusion (Poetry) - 2/10/2021 1:00:38 PM
Dan,
That is a deep thought. Owning time? I never thought of it that way.
I always thought of it as something to be spent, but in order to spend it, I guess you must own it. Neat.
Great to see you are still writing.
Borrowed Delusion (Poetry) - 2/10/2021 12:39:49 PM
Looks like you have been busy with all that borrowed time. Congratulations on finishing your novel. Will check it out.
Borrowed Delusion (Poetry) - 2/10/2021 11:35:11 AM
Hey guys! Sorry, I haven't been on the den much lately as I was finishing my coming of age little novel, Little River, (used my pen name Dadfire if you look for it) about a boy named Bean, over the last year. Check it out. Finished narrating the audio version myself and should be on Audible and iTunes soon. I have also been very involved in my music and performing that keeps me busy and hope to get out an album soon with all those song lyrics/poems put to music that I have here on the den. I have truly missed all of you!
Eyes Of Blue (Poetry) - 11/23/2020 6:18:13 PM
Nice piece! Put some notes to it and sing it like crazy. It's wonderful!
A Humpty Dumpty Heart (Poetry) - 11/23/2020 11:45:44 AM
Better to love me in-laws and not have loved at all! I love this Poem Daniel! It reminds you how fragile the heart is! Peace!!!
Catch A Ride (Poetry) - 10/18/2020 5:32:50 PM
I love how your words actually start up slowly, get clickity clackin' a little faster and the final ease up coming..........to........a........place "Down............the......road.....
I had fun reading this!!
Love ya!
Jane
Eyes Of Blue (Poetry) - 9/7/2020 10:52:50 AM
A bit different from Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain. Or just plain, Blue. But a country song, nonetheless.
Incidentally, I searched my life for a girl with eyes of blue, was lucky enough, to find a few. But alas, love is fickle and love came and then flew. I was tempted by eyes of brown that didn't stick around, but since eyes of black have watched my back, I've never had to think of blue again or ever look back.
Ron
Catch A Ride (Poetry) - 9/7/2020 6:33:27 AM
Yes, this would make another great song since everyone is trying to get on, stay on, the life train. I can feel the music in my head.
Eyes Of Blue (Poetry) - 9/7/2020 6:31:49 AM
This would serve well as the lyrics of a country/western song, with all those loving details.
Catch A Ride (Poetry) - 9/6/2020 7:16:22 PM
It’s best to catch that life train when it’s moving slow, for once it starts to pick up a little speed, it won’t be slowing down for anybody to get on board. And before we can realize what’s happening, life has passed us by. My wife and I have been blessed with a wonderful retirement. We have had the opportunity of seeing so much of this wonderful country of ours. I have been to all 50 states, and my wife has seen all except Alaska. I saw Alaska briefly when I stopped in Anchorage on my way home from Vietnam. We have seen things we never dreamed of looking upon in awe. I don’t see how anyone could look upon the beauty of nature and say it was created by any means other than by an Almighty God! I realize there are some who will find my words offensive. That’s all right. I cannot apologize for my beliefs.
David Lee Thompson
Eyes Of Blue (Poetry) - 9/6/2020 6:57:52 PM
Great love song, Daniel. Will this one be going in your book? Keep up the good work. Don’t know if I could write a song. Maybe that’s because I can’t sing. My mother and father and my five siblings could sing, but I never had the voice for it. I used to tell them I must be adopted because they could all sing, and I can’t. Then I got a little age on me, and I came to the conclusion that nobody in their right mind would adopt a kid when they already had five other mouths to feed. I digressed a little, but I enjoyed your song.
David Lee Thompson
Catch A Ride (Poetry) - 9/6/2020 5:04:37 PM
It's good. This even reads like song lyrics.
Sandie
Catch A Ride (Poetry) - 9/6/2020 4:45:43 PM
This is a poem I had the idea for, to write to go along with a chapter in my book about catching a ride on a train as a kid. I've gotten back to working on my book over the last few months. The poem evolved into a song in my head as I was writing it, so now got to get out the guitar and work out some music, LOL! But have a few chapters to go yet on the book. Hope to finish it soon!
Back Home (Poetry) - 8/18/2020 11:05:50 AM
Thanks for the explanation of why you have been focusing on more important things.
But this song has a great lyric and rhythm that will appeal to the country and western scene quite well. There are a number of "hometown" songs out there but they have a lot of appeal to those who grew up in one place and left with regrets.
Like you, I've been around and gone around to the point where I no longer have any real hometown. I'd be a stranger if I went back there except to maybe people my age who will remember me, like the time I stopped at a gas station in 2011, a few miles west of the little town I went to junior and senior high school in. The attendant got all excited and started talking about me, but I didn't know him from Adam. Perhaps a result of him knowing my father or my sister who still lives there.
Ron
Back Home (Poetry) - 8/16/2020 11:59:34 AM
good luck to you
Back Home (Poetry) - 8/16/2020 9:18:05 AM
Yeah, been forever since I have posted anything on here. Been busy writing and performing my songs first time in public before covid hit. I'm now working hard on finishing my attempt on my first book, about growing up in a little town. Hope to be through soon and getting it out there by end of year.
Tik Tok My Love Clock's Ticking (Poetry) - 12/31/2019 11:30:58 AM
I woke up at 5 a.m. with those lyrics and melody in my brain and I didn't even go to bed until about 2 a.m. Don't know why little sleep and waking up like that delivers songs in my head.
Haven't posted in a while and hope to maybe get back to doing more of it in the near future.
Tik Tok My Love Clock's Ticking (Poetry) - 12/31/2019 10:22:50 AM
Good to see you posting again… This one is a real ticker! Hardly a single man doesn't worry about running out of time. Probably why Viagra is so successful as a boost to the impossible.
Ron
Tik Tok My Love Clock's Ticking (Poetry) - 12/31/2019 9:12:42 AM
All I can say, is good luck. True love can be quite elusive, but when we find it, it's magical. And then the hard part starts. As I often tell my kids, it takes a lot of work to make a relationship work, and my wife and I have been together for 42 years, and we're still working to keep love alive.
This And That (Poetry) - 12/23/2018 10:15:30 AM
My father was handsome like you, but very vain - he never went without a cap - usually a gimme. His lovely hair was receding, not like yours, and he couldn't bear it showing. However, the more you wear a hat, the less air gets to your scalp and your hair takes a hike. This is a very funny poem, made me laugh like crazy.
What's In A Hat? (Poetry) - 12/20/2018 2:52:04 PM
They also take away one target from those dive-bombing birds, and,
scientifically speaking, they get many more smiles than do
all those bald, sweaty heads. I think that just about "covers"
the story, Dan. Great write.
What's In A Hat? (Poetry) - 12/12/2018 2:01:15 PM
It's not a song lyric, but covers the hat like a scalp! At some point in my teenage years, I rejected undershirts and hats and never looked back.
But recently, out in the hot sun, I discovered that a straw hat keeps my nose and the rest of my face from burning, while in the tropics or on the beach.
And then, two years ago, I discovered that wearing a hood like I am now, keeps me from getting chilled from sweating caused by my paralysis, not exertion or overheating.
Ron
What's In A Hat? (Poetry) - 12/10/2018 8:48:28 AM
Hats! I love the big floppy ones. You have named the many uses of a hat with your imagery coming on strong. 'Enjoyed!!
Love ya!
Jane
What's In A Hat? (Poetry) - 12/9/2018 10:11:39 PM
As a hat lover (and wearer), I enjoyed your piece immensely. Very inventive and so true. Hats used to be all the fashion (about 60 or 70 years ago) back in the 40s and 50s. Watch the films. The men are all wearing hats. Here in the desert, I always wear a hat, I feel naked without it. As protection against the fierce sun, yes, even now in winter, when the weather is like Florida in spring. I even teach with my heat on. My students (all females) like it. They appreciate the style, and yes, I appreciate the warmed (and the style!)
What's In A Hat? (Poetry) - 12/9/2018 10:04:32 PM
I love hats! I wear them all the time. It protects my head and my eyes.
Sandie
What's In A Hat? (Poetry) - 12/9/2018 6:38:40 PM
I never wear a hat so had not given much thought to the headgear - but now you have made nuance of every type of reason to wear a hat. This is so clever...and while waiting on car repair! Good job - look forward to reading more.
Crocs With Socks (Poetry) - 11/20/2018 12:45:51 AM
What a GREAT croc!
But I do the same...
I love my croc's
But with socks, my wife goes insane!
Well done!
John Michael
Just Let It Go (Poetry) - 10/22/2018 9:49:59 PM
I hear these words with imaginary sounds and feel the soul wanting to be free. Opening the door and letting it go is the soul breathing out of the vessel that held it.
Like it, would love to hear you play it to your melody only you know!
Fun writing songs, better hearing them sang by someone that can project their true meaning!
Let it go, let it go, as my granddaughter would sing, the cold doesn't bother her anyway!
(movie "Frozen")
Blessings and love,
Teresa
Just Let It Go (Poetry) - 10/2/2018 10:41:28 AM
Great to see your lyrics again. Wow! This one changed your life? As I read I was reminded of the Beatles great song Mother Mary where they saying, "In your hour of darkness, Mother Mary comes to you, seeking words of wisdom, let it go… let it go."
Ron
Just Let It Go (Poetry) - 10/1/2018 4:10:41 PM
Hey! Get the right people to do this! Very doable!!
Love ya!
Jane
Just Let It Go (Poetry) - 9/30/2018 8:16:09 PM
Very nice song. It would be nice to add music to this.
Sandie
Everybody's Eyes (Poetry) - 8/12/2018 1:57:55 PM
Breaks my heart to see what my country has become. Dan, maybe you could write a poem about HOPE to give me HOPE. Only God can turn hearts around from hate to peace.
Hey Mr. Gator, Why Don't You Leave Me Alone (Poetry) - 7/9/2018 7:57:35 AM
Thanks guys. It is a fun song to sing. I'm out of breath every time I sing it. It's a lot of words to get out and a long song time wise at over 4 minutes.
Dan
Hey Mr. Gator, Why Don't You Leave Me Alone (Poetry) - 7/9/2018 7:14:56 AM
It makes a great song. And funny songs can catch the public's imagination. Very lyrical. And the story is a hoot. Particularly about the "bump" on the old gator's head.
Ron
The Legend Of Dan Piddle (Poetry) - 5/26/2018 5:54:28 PM
I really liked this story and yes, it is music worthy, Dan. Keep 'em comin'!
Love ya!
Jane
The Legend Of Dan Piddle (Poetry) - 5/26/2018 4:40:00 PM
Ron, what a great story in your review. I may have to make that a permanent footnote to that poem as it fits so well with the story. The only thing is, now darn it, you have put the idea in my head to change the "note inside" to something along the line of "some writing inside" and it says "stradivarius" somehow in the poem. My problem is that these song-like poems generally come out of me all in one setting in just a few minutes and I am not good at going back and changing what I come up with very often. I can't explain why that happens with me. But that is a great story you told me. I enjoyed it.
Dan
The Legend Of Dan Piddle (Poetry) - 5/26/2018 1:52:27 PM
I really like this and I hope you have a melody to go along with it, because it could be a classic country song like some of the other story songs out there. I especially like the way you played off the word fiddle.
You reminded me of the time we visited with a professor from Fairmont State in West Virginia who lived up in the woods and like to collect antiques like the Austin car he acquired that was used in a movie. But it was when he brought out a fiddle that he said he acquired from an old man on a mountain by making a trade with him that I was astounded…
Not only when he played the fiddle, did it sound so wonderful that shivers ran up and down my spine, but when he told me to look through the scrolls on the front I believe I saw the word "Stradivarius" written inside.
Ron
The Legend Of Dan Piddle (Poetry) - 5/26/2018 12:24:47 PM
Dan Piddle was an interesting character. He was interesting enough for the people in town to care about him to look for him. Sometimes people would think they are so unimportant and no one would care about them, but in reality, there's always someone, somewhere who would care. Well, at least Dan had a smile on his face when he died. It must have been a good passing. God bless him.
Sandie
Run And Hide (Poetry) - 5/8/2018 11:37:07 AM
It is a HIT, RUN with it, with fingers strumming Attuned to Poetry's Hide and Seek harmony, Run and Hide's melody
Run And Hide (Poetry) - 5/6/2018 9:18:39 AM
Reminds me of, "I shot the Sheriff, but I did not shoot the Deputy!"
Also reminded me of the BB gun shooting match I had with a guy until I realized, bouncing a BB off his head that I could have… "Put his eye out!" And abruptly stopped. And then, there was a time that I filled my BB gun with colored shaker candy and shot my sister with it. I don't think it hurt her, but my dad gave me a single swipe that knocked me downstairs from my bedroom on the second floor to the door at the bottom. And then, there was a time when I shot my cousin with my 16gauge at over 100 yards trying to hit a low-flying grouse.
Was I gun accident prone? I bet you could write some songs about that?
Ron
Run And Hide (Poetry) - 5/5/2018 1:07:19 PM
I like it... it should be on the radio or especially Willies Roadhouse on cyrus channel. Too bad authors den doesnt do sound.
If you put it on Youtube or someplace let me know.
Great story.
Run And Hide (Poetry) - 5/5/2018 10:18:21 AM
It's a hit!
Love ya!
Jane
Don't Dare Knock My Paper Plates (Poetry) - 5/3/2018 4:25:35 PM
I absolutely HATE paper plates, cups, except when there is beer in them. Heh.Heh
Don't Dare Knock My Paper Plates (Poetry) - 4/9/2018 9:25:30 AM
Daniel, from start to finish, this poem was a blast. The rhythm is perfect, and I would love to hear it with bluegrass accompaniment and western clad cloggers clippety-clomping on a hardwood floor. I think it would work, don’t you?
David
Don't Dare Knock My Paper Plates (Poetry) - 4/9/2018 7:37:52 AM
Typical bachelor fare. It was cute, especially the last line, but I beg to differ on two counts:
First, my work was mostly head work at the desk all day. When I got home, I enjoyed cooking fresh (not heating canned stew unless I was really tired) food on the stove while I watched the news on TV. And then always quickly wash my dishes immediately after put them away or rinsed them and put them in the dishwasher. My guests were never put off by eating from my plastic or melamine plates. My wineglasses were glass and my silverware was stainless. Washing dishes was relaxing.
Second, one time I attended a national conference with huge attendance. We ate lunch in a gymnasium turned into a cafeteria. Holding my paper plate out with my paralyzed arms and hands, volunteers dumped sloppy food piled high on it. As I left the end of the table line, the paper plate folded in the center and hit the floor with a mighty splat. Someone rushed in to help me and told me to go get another plate… They would clean it up. Embarrassed, I got a double plate the second time with much less food on it.
Ron
Don't Dare Knock My Paper Plates (Poetry) - 4/9/2018 4:53:00 AM
Jane, no prime rib. I would have had to get out my plastic knives for that, LOL! I served my in-laws that warmed up stew. What a mess, huh! But at least it was thick and hot.
Dan
Don't Dare Knock My Paper Plates (Poetry) - 4/9/2018 3:28:23 AM
Great punch line! What did you serve on those paper plates? Prime rib???? LOL!!! 'Loved this!
Love ya!
Jane
Don't Dare Knock My Paper Plates (Poetry) - 4/8/2018 8:03:33 PM
Paper plates and worse paper cups are the bane of the culinary world; yet you have a point, especially when it comes to in-laws. Enjoyed this immensely. Very inventive and amusing.
Don't Dare Knock My Paper Plates (Poetry) - 4/8/2018 6:49:18 AM
This was really cute, but I still don't like using paper plates, for the obvious reasons you presented. Plus I don't like to create more waste that goes into our landfills. It's reusable plastic for me.
Wings and Things (Poetry) - 2/21/2018 9:04:08 PM
Variety is the spice of life dear Daniel, you have quiet a collection here, I might just decide to try a few, here and there. Thank you for sharing your poem tonight, Bless your heart
Wings and Things (Poetry) - 2/17/2018 3:39:26 PM
I'm all for trying new things and going to new places AND I love this poem!!!
Love ya!
Jane
Wings and Things (Poetry) - 2/15/2018 3:07:59 AM
"trying new things
won't hurt a bit
and if they did
you'll get over it"
These are the best lines I read in a long time, my good man.
You not only made me a follower of yours, I am now a big fan!
Looking forward to sharing more in the future...
John Michael
Wings and Things (Poetry) - 2/14/2018 10:05:21 AM
Great tidbits of prime advice
try 'em once then
try 'em twice!
Wings and Things (Poetry) - 2/14/2018 9:43:48 AM
I believe this is a masterpiece . . .
Wings and Things (Poetry) - 2/14/2018 7:47:19 AM
That is the most enjoyable bucket list I've ever read. Quite attainable regardless of with you have money or not. My only objection is to the food. Methinks your taste buds are shot for you to claim that some of those concoctions are tasty. Lately I've discovered that many green vegetables that were shunned by so many are really very delightful and tasty to the pallet.
And, last but not least. I thought that your title meant you were going to write about the pathetic plight of all those buffalo losing their wings for the Super Bowl. ;-)
Ron
Wings and Things (Poetry) - 2/14/2018 6:42:33 AM
Daniel,
I will admit to having tried some of these, but I do think I will pass on the vanilla flavored bologna sandwich and the broccoli pie with banana on top. My wife tells me I can eat the weirdest combinations she’s ever seen, but the ones mentioned above just seem to give my stomach a couple of turns. But the poem itself was fun to read.
David
Wings and Things (Poetry) - 2/14/2018 6:37:22 AM
Yes, the demands of daily living put us all in a life rut of some sort. A person can either spin their wheels until they run out of fuel, sit there forever until the mud dries up and they along with it, and or get out and do something about it. You might get a little muddy temporarily working your way out when needed, but you'll clean up better in the long run!
Wings and Things (Poetry) - 2/13/2018 8:54:53 PM
A wonderful list of things that we should go ahead and do.
Wings and Things (Poetry) - 2/13/2018 8:34:43 AM
Really enjoyed this piece. We must enjoy the time we have :)
are you THERE yet? (Poetry) - 1/31/2018 5:32:34 AM
I love your lighthearted humour in this...( I'm a Brit'..ie not 'humour')
But what if you were a quantum particle
with the 'observer effect?
'just a thought! :)
Diana...
are you THERE yet? (Poetry) - 1/29/2018 4:40:40 PM
The GPS can be a mess! Are we there yet? Going around in circles can lead to a lot of stress!
are you THERE yet? (Poetry) - 1/29/2018 2:03:24 PM
Thanks for the chuckle! I needed that.
are you THERE yet? (Poetry) - 1/29/2018 6:56:36 AM
I'm dizzy!! lol!! Seriously, it's really cute!
Love ya!
Jane
are you THERE yet? (Poetry) - 1/28/2018 8:04:02 PM
Enjoyed the parlaying of word usage and the challenge to understand the reading.
"BEE, Where from Here to There"
Impressive write, Dan!
TBW
are you THERE yet? (Poetry) - 1/28/2018 1:02:51 PM
Really enjoyed this one :)
are you THERE yet? (Poetry) - 1/28/2018 12:51:26 PM
Been there, done that.
are you THERE yet? (Poetry) - 1/28/2018 8:24:39 AM
Reading as an adult, I find this poem to be more like a riddle. Discovering where I'm at is easy. It's where I hang my hat. Only I don't wear a hat, so I'm not sure exactly where I'm at. Not even sure if I'm there yet. But in the final destination, I'll be there, wherever that's at.
Ron
are you THERE yet? (Poetry) - 1/28/2018 7:20:52 AM
Yep William, many of my poems can easily be put to song. It is just my style and the songwriter in me I guess. Most of the ones that I put under "humor", might be better categorized under "children" on the Den, like "The One Eyed Fish". I wish, you could pick two categories for your poem and not just one!
Hope all is well.
Dan
are you THERE yet? (Poetry) - 1/28/2018 7:09:35 AM
Now thats funny. Add a little tune and make a great childrens song.
My Itchy, Itchy Back , It Needs A Scratchy, Scratch (Poetry) - 12/24/2017 7:16:32 AM
Ron, you're making me want to go get a massage. I have never had one before. Hard to let go of a hundred bucks but hear they are worth it.
Merry Christmas!
My Itchy, Itchy Back , It Needs A Scratchy, Scratch (Poetry) - 12/24/2017 5:07:34 AM
Love the twist at the end! You reminded me of the time a wasp stung me on the back of my neck in bed. I yelled, "Beh, a bee!" At the top of my lungs and she sprung to life trying to figure out what was going on. It was at my parents' cottage in a spare room that wasn't used. My father heard the noise and came into the room to see what was going on. The room was full of wasps from a nest attached to the window.
The good news is, I rolled over and killed it with my neck!
You needed one of those Chinese scratchers they always have at fairs and carnivals as cheap prizes. I have itches I can't scratch every day now. But I have a Beh that gets buzzy and makes sure that every one of them is thoroughly scratched, followed by $100 massage. It doesn't get any better than this during the holidays!
Ron
My Itchy, Itchy Back , It Needs A Scratchy, Scratch (Poetry) - 12/23/2017 11:33:14 AM
Next time this happens, just do what a bear would do and rub that itchy back against a tree, or buy yourself a back scratcher, I hope that spider didn't get sick.
My Itchy, Itchy Back , It Needs A Scratchy, Scratch (Poetry) - 12/23/2017 8:22:16 AM
This is what happens when you live alone. There's just no one around to do the back scratching. Enjoyed this one and ya, my guess is we all have those itchy backs.
A Wide Mouth Frog (Poetry) - 12/21/2017 11:39:33 AM
Heh.Heh Gotta love it . . . And I most certainly do.
A Wide Mouth Frog (Poetry) - 12/20/2017 1:44:32 PM
I thought that frog ended up in a specimen jar or frog legs on a dinner plate. Glad that didn't happen, we all like happy endings.
Good luck with your book.
A Wide Mouth Frog (Poetry) - 12/19/2017 8:09:43 PM
Yes, writing a book can be a daunting task. Having written about 15 books of non-fiction essays before writing poetry, my advice is never to think of it as a book, just the day by day slog of writing that will eventually become a book. Good luck.
A Wide Mouth Frog (Poetry) - 12/19/2017 10:22:26 AM
So that's your excuse for not gracing us with more poems like this? With all the predators that frogs have, I thought he surely would have loudly called out his death sentence. Instead he looks like the prodigal son returning.
Good luck with your sister rooting for you. If she has time, I'm sure she will help you sharpen it up and make it more enjoyable to read.
Ron
A Wide Mouth Frog (Poetry) - 12/19/2017 7:58:50 AM
Yep, I am still here. Hope to get back to writing more poems with the new year. I have been busy at my first attempt at a book since summer but hope I find time and inspiration to do some poems along the way. Man, the book thing really takes all one's concentration, at least for me. I am a total newbie at it but thank goodness I have a 30 year English PHD sister as editor. We will see how it goes!
Dan
Everybody's Eyes (Poetry) - 11/9/2017 3:02:08 AM
We need not hide from our truth nor cower. Hatred is like a cold shower that only spreads defeat. I love the way you express your heart here, well done Daniel, have a great day
Everybody's Eyes (Poetry) - 9/21/2017 1:59:52 PM
Hey, even Ceasar was stabbed by his own as he was getting too "ambitious". Where did that come from? LOL!! What you are writing about is more prominent today, I believe.
Love ya!
Jane
Everybody's Eyes (Poetry) - 9/18/2017 6:23:58 AM
Like Ron said, I don't think there's any more hatred now, than in the past. The problem is, Our current POTUS has given a voice to those who do hate.
Everybody's Eyes (Poetry) - 9/18/2017 5:36:22 AM
I don't think there's any more hatred than there ever was. Especially during the turbulent 60s when there was cultural clash probably more strident than today. There certainly were more riots and the shooting of students at Kent State typified the schism that had resulted. And then Rodney King in 1982 after being terribly beaten, declaring, "Can't we all just get along!"
Turmoil in our society always brings out great anthems. I believe that you may have created one here that would stand up along some of the others that are sung on holidays and at sporting events.
Ron
Everybody's Eyes (Poetry) - 9/17/2017 7:38:32 PM
Well spoken, well sung. Something that needs to be said and I agree.
Everybody's Eyes (Poetry) - 9/17/2017 3:46:40 PM
Daniel, what you have written here is so very true of what is happening today. I can remember a time when it really didn't matter what the politics was of the one who sat in the Oval Office, for they basically had the good of our country at heart. But for several years now there has been a growing hatred for the individual who occupies the office. It is very difficult for me to understand and accept the massive turnaround that has taken place. Personally, I believe the breakdown of our core values has resulted in an increase in suicide and drug abuse. People simply cannot handle the truth of these drastic changes. I believe, too, if people would turn to God for the answer to our problems, then they would begin to see unbelievable changes occurring before their eyes. Thank you for what you have written here. I do believe it is God-inspired.
David
Everybody's Eyes (Poetry) - 9/17/2017 11:29:29 AM
Unfortunately, all that you wrote is so very true....Many of us feel exactly that way....Hopefully, one day it will change for the better....
Everybody's Eyes (Poetry) - 9/17/2017 8:59:38 AM
We are, in the not to distance future, a nation self destructing.
Everybody's Eyes (Poetry) - 9/17/2017 8:47:22 AM
Tiffany, I too hope you get to hear it performed one day. Maybe in the future, I'll be able to write a correction to it, but not too optimistic!
Dan
Everybody's Eyes (Poetry) - 9/17/2017 8:30:54 AM
Spot on, my friend. What a sad situation we are in. Would like to hear you perform this.
A One-Eyed Fish With Fin-Like Feet (Poetry) - 9/16/2017 10:07:38 AM
It may have been a dream, but it certainly was an imaginative one. In the story while poetic, was right down the alley of the young girl who asked for it. You are a great storyteller, Uncle Dan.
Ron
Where's the picture?
A One-Eyed Fish With Fin-Like Feet (Poetry) - 9/16/2017 5:38:05 AM
The one that got away... the fish, thankfully not the story. nice write.
A One-Eyed Fish With Fin-Like Feet (Poetry) - 9/15/2017 5:46:06 PM
Aren't children so inspiring? They remind us that it's ok to dream and imagine. I really enjoyed this piece :)
A One-Eyed Fish With Fin-Like Feet (Poetry) - 9/15/2017 4:51:32 PM
What a wonderful tale, wonderful rhythm, and great rhyme throughout. You may have written it for a four-year-old, but this seventy-three-year-old enjoyed it immensely. I'm sure Kendall was spellbound by it.
David
A One-Eyed Fish With Fin-Like Feet (Poetry) - 9/15/2017 4:31:29 PM
I haven't been writing many poems lately. I have been engrossed in attempting to write my first book. My 4 year old niece was visiting and while we both were fishing, she joked about catching a one-eyed fish. I told her I would write a poem or song about it, just for her.
Thanks for the inspiration, Kyndall!
Little Folk (Poetry) - 6/29/2017 11:05:08 AM
Thanks for the comic relief! It's wild with a bunch of little ones.
Crocs With Socks (Poetry) - 6/29/2017 3:05:56 AM
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Earthly Urn (Poetry) - 6/26/2017 6:48:58 AM
Thanks for the comments. In a few billion years our Sun will become a red giant and burn up all that is on and of the earth anyway, truly turning it into an urn. The Sun will eventually do the job of what man is trying to do to each other now anyway. So the Sun will finish the job if we haven't done it by then! So maybe man turning all to ash now and what happens to earth in the future is just nature having it's way. Good ole mother nature!
Earthly Urn (Poetry) - 6/26/2017 4:12:52 AM
Well I don't see you putting this one to music, but Ralph Stanley had a big hit with "Oh Death".
It does bring thoughts to mind. Some painful some remorseful and some about an afterlife as well.
A very thoughtful and well written poem.
Earthly Urn (Poetry) - 6/26/2017 3:02:08 AM
enjoyed
Earthly Urn (Poetry) - 6/25/2017 4:11:36 PM
Dark and dim we skim the rim of darkness. Cool write!
Love ya!
Jane
Earthly Urn (Poetry) - 6/25/2017 3:43:03 PM
Great poem....Sometime you have to write a few dark or sad poems....In my EBook of poetry "Sunrise Roses" there are a couple of deep, sad poems....2 of which I tinkered with for 5 years because when I originally wrote them....They were both tear jerkers....So I had to lighten both of them up a bit....
Earthly Urn (Poetry) - 6/25/2017 8:01:15 AM
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust." A poignant reminder that regardless of how important we think our lives, in the end we all go back to that urn that is our source, mother Earth.
Ron
Earthly Urn (Poetry) - 6/25/2017 7:32:58 AM
Death is a reality that we cannot escape. An interesting poem that explores the darker side. John
Wise Man (Poetry) - 6/18/2017 8:19:46 PM
Wise words in a poetic tapestry. Well done Dan.
Wise Man (Poetry) - 6/18/2017 4:50:33 PM
Thanks for the comments guys, just something simple I woke up with in my head at 5:30 am after going to bed at 2 a.m after a hard day of fishing, LOL! In reality for me, my father died when I was a young child and wish I actually could have had the opportunity to of had this experience with my dad, I would take imperfect experience over non-existent any day.
Dan
Wise Man (Poetry) - 6/18/2017 10:25:41 AM
Best work yet. Perfect day for a perfect poem. Been wonderin' what's been going on w/you. Haven't heard from you in a while. Hope everything's ok. Lois
Wise Man (Poetry) - 6/18/2017 9:38:39 AM
Wise advice from a wise poet. John
Wise Man (Poetry) - 6/18/2017 8:36:13 AM
Great advice. Fathers and sons have a tendency to grow apart for various reasons. But they should put ego aside and come together as the father gets older because he can pass on much to his son. Up to his dying day, my father revealed to me many things that I didn't know about his earlier life that I failed to ask. Now that he is gone and I am a writer, I find I should've asked him many, many more questions.
Ron
Wise Man (Poetry) - 6/18/2017 6:36:48 AM
I think we can all relate to this. Well done.
Wise Man (Poetry) - 6/18/2017 4:55:52 AM
I'm so sure many feel this way. I know I do! 'Enjoyed this very touching write.
Love ya!1
Jane
A Paradox (Poetry) - 5/4/2017 9:56:45 AM
Deep stuff! 'Love it!
Love ya!
Jane
A Paradox (Poetry) - 5/3/2017 12:11:31 AM
Perhaps I liked this. Perhaps I liked it a lot! LOL
A Paradox (Poetry) - 5/2/2017 8:02:54 AM
We struggle all our lives with the paradoxes of our minds and hearts, I believe that is where the old saying came from "who are you listening to, the devil on your left or the angel on your right," I say thank God for reason and intelligence of heart, have a blessed day xo
A Paradox (Poetry) - 5/2/2017 6:42:50 AM
As far as love goes, a simple daisy can solve that problem very easy. "She loves me… She loves me not… She loves me…"
Unfortunately, every time I see that word I think of Groucho Marx and a "pair of ducks." And then I burst out laughing for no apparent reason. ;-)
Ron
A Paradox (Poetry) - 5/2/2017 5:44:08 AM
To be, or not to be. A paradox. And I always thought a paradox was 2 Drs. together.
A Paradox (Poetry) - 5/2/2017 4:16:17 AM
Nicely done. Easy to read, and thought provoking as well.
A Paradox (Poetry) - 5/2/2017 3:21:26 AM
I liked this abbreviated way of writing, Daniel. A cool way to get your point across.
A Paradox (Poetry) - 5/1/2017 8:23:30 PM
Very cleverly conceived and executed. Enjoyed the paradoxes. John
Those Hairy Legs (Poetry) - 4/29/2017 11:57:32 AM
The biggest thing I found in brew was a good old cockroach, or maybe a fruit fly or two.
But I just slurp them down with glee, I hear those bugs got more protein than me.
Even if it was a tarantula, it's pretty good to eat. Black widow? Brown recluse? That coffee had better be very strong!
Ron
Those Hairy Legs (Poetry) - 4/29/2017 10:44:02 AM
reminds me of the old song about the old lady and the fly.
I know an old lady who a fly.
I don't know why but she swallowed a fly
(other lines).. then
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly that wiggled and jiggled inside her...
I think you are supposed to swallow the whole thing for that to work though.
lots more fun to read than experience I'm sure
Bill
Those Hairy Legs (Poetry) - 4/29/2017 10:21:19 AM
Thoroughly enjoyed this one. There is a lesson in everything. John
Those Hairy Legs (Poetry) - 4/29/2017 9:04:44 AM
When this happens,
don't worry about what to do.
Just go on with your day,
and turn that spider into poo.
This happened to me one night when I went to take my eve. meds. Unknown to me, my daughter had been picking head lice out of my g-kids hair and putting them in a small cup from the batroom dispenser. I grabbed my meds and that cup. filled it with water, and down the hatch went meds, lice and all. Never knew a thing until my daughter asked what happened to the lice she had put in that cup. kinda gross, huh?
Those Hairy Legs (Poetry) - 4/29/2017 8:55:31 AM
Never happened to me. Not that I know it. I set up my ten-cup Mr. Coffee before I go to bed at night. My coffee cup is resting on paper towel upside down.
Those Hairy Legs (Poetry) - 4/29/2017 6:51:18 AM
I would be scarred for life! That had to be traumatic. I know I'll look into every coffee cup from now on before I use it. Thanks for the "heads up"!
Love ya!
Jane
Old Mountain Joe (Poetry) - 4/20/2017 7:08:43 AM
I really like your story of heroics and family. Great American stuff.
I don't understand the emphasis, though, on returnees from Vietnam being "spit on and yelled at." Yes, there were a couple of widely broadcast and repeated incidents, but for the most part, most Vietnam veterans came home to family and friends and resumed their war interrupted lives.
From my memory of those times, there were two paths… The draft was an interruption in young men's lives that was not taken lightly by those drafted. And, unfortunately, they tended not to have all of the deferments that were granted to college students like me, those that were married, owned businesses or farms, and/or were rich. These people came home disillusioned by what they had lost by being drafted in the first place--sidetracked in their lives and basically unprepared to get good jobs.
The second group were patriotic and gung-ho to do good. They weren't highly educated or they would've known better. They came home disillusioned because it wasn't what they thought it would be from what they heard from World War II family and friends stories, unless they were in the elite officers corps or something glamorous like a pilot.
Both of these groups suffered drug and alcohol use during the long, boring waits between intense violent action. They suffered PTSD, just now being learned how bad it was.
I was against the war even though I thought it would've been great to be a jet pilot. I never looked down upon a returning veteran and the thought of spitting on them was really abhorrent to me. If anything, I pitied them for their disillusionment. Most of the vets that I met in college were on the government payroll and doing quite well. I didn't hear any of them complaining although they were older than most of the other students and stuck pretty much to themselves.
Ron
Old Mountain Joe (Poetry) - 4/19/2017 3:45:48 PM
Thanks for all the comments. I rewrote the first verse in present tense since at the end of the story, I wrote I was still visiting the guy. I had one letter left off the end of a word anyway and needing fixing in that verse. thanks for the compliments though
Dan
Old Mountain Joe (Poetry) - 4/19/2017 2:13:00 PM
Brought tears to my eyes. When written words can do this, it's very powerful. Lois
Old Mountain Joe (Poetry) - 4/19/2017 11:56:20 AM
I agree with Jane , I want to hear the song.
Also, the "unwelcome" home was a sad tale for many returning Vets.
Thanks for a great story even though it's a tear jerker.
Old Mountain Joe (Poetry) - 4/19/2017 11:42:09 AM
I caught the rhythm right our of the shut!!! There is a very possible song here.
Love ya!
Jane
Old Mountain Joe (Poetry) - 4/19/2017 9:51:25 AM
Utterly fascinating, very devastating. Very well presented, and most moving. John
Old Mountain Joe (Poetry) - 4/19/2017 9:39:23 AM
How very sad this story, yet it 's full of strength and promise, we are so human aren't we? I thank God for that, thank you for sharing this touching poem, a hero indeed, I believe both mean were heroes by their own right, xo
Old Mountain Joe (Poetry) - 4/19/2017 6:18:17 AM
Excellent! Many men came back from wars feeling much the same way . . . It brings to mind my Uncle Mac who survived the Bataan Death March and prison in China. Yes, he physically survived, but mentally he died. He was never the same.
Old Mountain Joe (Poetry) - 4/19/2017 6:15:05 AM
What a great story. Although Vietnam was a war that should never have been fought, it took America a long time to welcome our soldiers back.
Every Now and Then (Poetry) - 4/8/2017 6:33:08 AM
Well you sure live that part. Thanks for all the help and support you've shown the kids a couple of doors down.
Cracked Old Boards and Rusty Nails (Poetry) - 4/8/2017 6:27:52 AM
you write a lot of fun poetry but this one may be more memorable . To me the loss of innocence and childhood and old tree castles made of cracked old boards and rusty nails is a bit haunting.
Christmas Cheer (Poetry) - 4/8/2017 6:13:43 AM
Although we don't admit it,I think there is a little Scrooge in all of us. If not before, then when the bills come in for sure.
nicely done.
A Monster In My Closet (Poetry) - 4/7/2017 9:11:52 PM
Now thats funny. I think every child has experienced a monster some time or another, but finding it is rare. My folks always said if it's dark, the monster can't see you. I knew better though. Back in the day, Monsters could see in the dark.
Sticky Things (Poetry) - 4/7/2017 9:04:21 PM
Grandkids will stick to your heart as well.. but the tV remote should be off limits... Just saying...lot of fun to read.
A Tribute To Johnny ( We Need The Man In Black) (Poetry) - 4/6/2017 10:10:20 AM
Thanks for the comments folks. I grew up in the same cotton fields as did Johnny, as we were in two little towns next to each other in northeast Arkansas, he being from Dyess ( by the way, residents pronounce it as "Dice", never Die-es) and myself being from Lepanto about 7 miles apart. Of course, he had about 20 years on me in age but he played in our gym sometimes on weekends when I was a baby, I was told by my mother. Also you wouldn't believe how popular he still is with the youth of today, not only do they know of "hear that train a' coming" but all the youth revel in his "Rusty Cage" rendition still and other songs. Google/youtube "Rusty Cage" if you have never listened to him do that song, a great song that transcends all age groups, genre etc. Still trying to learn that song myself but is difficult to play and sing at the same time on guitar. I hope I made Johnny proud!
Dan
A Tribute To Johnny ( We Need The Man In Black) (Poetry) - 4/6/2017 9:24:35 AM
With that booming voice and gentle delivery he knew how to work the crowd. Black became his trademark for his darker side. He was original like Willie Nelson. If someone picks up these lyrics, Johnny Cash's legend will grow a little bit more in this century.
Ron
A Tribute To Johnny ( We Need The Man In Black) (Poetry) - 4/6/2017 6:45:55 AM
Ahhh . . . Out of Arkansas to set the world on fire came this dynamite singer whose songs are just as inspired today as they were back then. Nice tribute, Daniel.
A Tribute To Johnny ( We Need The Man In Black) (Poetry) - 4/6/2017 6:35:43 AM
He sang about life as he knew it; he sang with great emotion. As Michael said below, fortunately we have his CDs recorded so that we can listen any time and I do. A fine tribute to a unique person. John
A Tribute To Johnny ( We Need The Man In Black) (Poetry) - 4/6/2017 6:27:38 AM
A true Highwayman, there'll never be another Johnny Cash. Fortunately, I have his cd's in my collection, and can listen to him anytime I choose(which is fairly often). Johnny Cash had a rare ability to sing any song and make it uniquely his own.
If All This Love Don't Kill Me First, I Think I Might Just Live (Poetry) - 4/3/2017 5:44:05 AM
All a lot of truth in these lyrics. Women: we can't live with them and we can live without them.
The title line is good, but it doesn't rhyme on the last line of the chorus making it a little bit off.
Ron
If All This Love Don't Kill Me First, I Think I Might Just Live (Poetry) - 4/2/2017 8:16:23 PM
Yes, indeed, what a balancing act: having it all and wanting to be had by all, every second. At this point, I prefer to be alone. It's easier, quieter, I make no demands on myself, just enjoy my old age. Enjoyed as always your poem. John
If I Were A Zombie (Poetry) - 3/13/2017 7:23:20 AM
You make a perfect zombie in a perfect world like a perfect comic book unfurled.
It is amazing how a real life event, probably lead poisoning, resulted in the invention of the zombie as a fixture in American fiction. Real zombies were people who were thought to be dead even though they were only in a coma (caused by a number of ailments) and then, apparently, came back to life, often in a very groggy and incoherent condition. These reversals of death were often scary to those who experienced them and told the stories. Hence, the legend was born.
Ron
If I Were A Zombie (Poetry) - 3/13/2017 6:55:40 AM
Such an entertaining write! 'Enjoyed!!
Love ya!
Jane
If I Were A Zombie (Poetry) - 3/12/2017 8:02:24 PM
Sometimes (although not always) my sentiments exactly. Nicely done and creative. John
If I Were A Zombie (Poetry) - 3/12/2017 11:05:55 AM
I'd love to be a zombie,
with no blood in my veins.
And i'd be as smart as you,
after i eat your brains.
Loved this gruesome tale.
If I Were A Zombie (Poetry) - 3/12/2017 8:55:55 AM
What a well written piece! I love Halloween and you make being a zombie sound like so much fun. The imagination serves you well :)
