Archive for July 2012

Tonight’s Mood   1 comment

I just felt like being Goofy tonight !!!

Posted July 25, 2012 by PapaBear in Uncategorized

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The Storm   1 comment

A heavy, clammy calm has bestilled the sultry air.  Clouds, midnight black, steal the light of the sun and erase the azure blue sky.  Turbulent, rolling, gray clouds underlie the black and race forward like a wild stampede.  Onward comes the storm.  White hot flashes of lightning lace the clouds and reach to savage  the earth.  A slight hint of a breeze picks up, disturbing the resting leaves on the trees.  It is followed by raindrops as big as tea cups and then wind with the vicious strength of a hurricaine lashing all with unrelenting horizontal rain.  Then, as quickly as it approached, the storm passes and is gone, leaving in its wake brilliant sun and the gift of a rainbow.

 I must be a child of the storm, as I love to watch all of the storms violent strength, the wind, lightning, hail, and rain.

Violent…, but beautiful all the same

~ PJB~

The House on the Hill   Leave a comment

The House on the Hill

Lonely lives in haunted halls

Flaking, cracked and shattered walls

Warped and worn and dirty floors

Spidered windows and broken doors.

Empty rooms with closets bare

Filled with stagnant fetid air

Cabinets empty, filled with dust

Water gone, replaced with rust.

The house sits vacant on the hill

The sounds of life and laughter gone

Lighted by a weakened sun,

It moulders in the Autumn chill.

Once beautiful and filled with joy

The family’s happiness and pride

Stilled when as years had passed

All but the last of family died.

Now as I walk this lonely street

Rememb’ring happy times there shared

Greeting each memory that I meet

Now only the past lives there.

PJB

Posted July 24, 2012 by PapaBear in Poetry

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Anniversary   2 comments

Anniversary

The old couple sat in the shade of Live Oaks and palm trees in the little park near the grand resorts along the beach.  His hand found hers and they looked at each other with the knowing smiles learned from years of sharing, then turned their gaze back to the beach where high tide was slowly washing away the thousands of footprints left in the sand.  It had been a ritual for years now, not every night, but often, coming here to watch the blazing beauty of the tropical sunset.  There were a few lazy, fluffy clouds tonight so the view should be extraordinary.

“Well, sweet darlin’, are y’all goin’ to stay here, or would y’all come along to walk with me on the beach”?

“I’ll be comin’ with y’all, sweetheart.  Don’t want y’all to be flirtin’ with those young girls down there”, she replied with a chuckle.

Reaching the beach, they shed their sandals and left them in the seagrass along the walkway as they had done for years.  The two had become somewhat a fixture along this little stretch of shoreline, first name familiar with almost everyone, even some of the tourists who returned every summer.  The soft, warm, white sand caressed their feet as they made their way along their usual route.  They were about to pass a pier where some small yachts and sailboats were moored when he stopped.

“Anything wrong?” she asked.

“Nothin’ at all, darlin’, he replied, “Come along with me for a minute…”

He took her hand and led her to the bench at the end of the pier and they sat there, waiting for the sun, now low in the sky, to finally set.  Then, with his arm around her, they made small talk for a while as the sinking sun painted the sky with color.

“Y’all remember this pier, darlin’ ?”

“Y’all think I could ever forget it, sweetness ?”

Then before she realized, he had slid to one knee in front of her and took her hand and kissed it.

“Honey, if we had it all to do over again….., marry me, darlin’ girl?”

She stopped him with a smile, “I’d do it over a million times, then maybe I’d get tired of y’all….., maybe…, but I doubt it.”

The red tropical sun had dropped below the horizon, leaving the sky in beautiful hues of red, orange, purple and pink as they walked back up the beach to dinner.  Even after 50 years, little had changed for them since the first time they’d sat on that bench at the end of the pier, just the names on the boats.

PJB

Posted July 23, 2012 by PapaBear in Uncategorized

I’d Die for This Dance   7 comments

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Once Again I’d Die for This Dance

It began with a lullaby

To quiet and soothe

A disconsolate baby

So that he wouldn’t cry

The tunes became different

And the songs changed their words

From the soft and the sweet

As a baby he’d heard

He learned about music at school

The theory of rhythm and rhyme

That all written music must follow the rule

Of metre and musical time

Now older he listens to all of the songs

That are played on the radio station

And tries to find something to which he belongs

Then comes his first graduation

A young man now hears songs of romance

He looks at girls differently today

And thinks he’d like to ask them to dance

To the new kind of music that’s played

They step out on the floor

He takes her in his arms

He’s entranced by all of her charms

(They’re both so naive) but both want for more

She smiles as they float ‘cross the floor

The dance becomes love

So much more than a dance

They keep on moving in time

And what began as a dance

Ended up as romance

And the partners became so much more

Songs and lullabies, metre and rhyme

Rules for the melodies

And rules for romance

Looking for answers to life’s mysteries

Once again…, I’d die for this dance.

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(Obviously the story doesn’t end here but I thought this a good place to stop)

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Unsaid   3 comments

In the shadows of a song

Past, present, and future laid

Music and verse now belong

To thoughts and feelings left unsaid.

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PJB

Posted July 12, 2012 by PapaBear in Uncategorized

Sketch 3   1 comment

 

 

 

Just a pencil sketch I did a while back, doodling in a small sketch book.

 

 

 

Posted July 11, 2012 by PapaBear in Uncategorized