A Looney Tune
By Larry Linville
A couple of loons met one day
and had a love they knew would stay.
Clarence strutted all over town
until his love Delores was found.
It was love at first sight for the pair
and he gave things with nothing to spare.
Their courtship was short and they soon wed
and made a nest back behind the shed.
Before long they had a baby girl loon
who needed a name for her real soon.
As they thought no good ones came
so they decided to share their name.
Mother Delores picked the nickname “Dee.”
Now what name from Clarence to give a she?
“How about Clara?” Delores asked
and that seemed to complete the task.
Their girl became famous as she could be
and soon was known by Claude De Bussy
who sat down and wrote a nice tune
for the cute little Clara Dee Loon.
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Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
The Puzzling Dream
The Puzzling Dream
By Larry Linville
I had a tiring dream last night
not a nightmare at all.
Nobody was shot or hung
and I didn’t have a fall.
Dreams may jump illogically
as this one also did.
Some say they have a message
that is very deeply hid.
I made a hospital call
and was glad that I came,
but as I was about to leave
they gave me another name.
Ignoring that name I just left
but my conscience worked on me.
So I came back much later
to see whom this could be.
It was a distant colleague
from many miles away,
but when I asked where he lived
he really wouldn’t say.
He only dropped hidden clues
a puzzle maker’s pride
and left me on my own
to singularly decide.
The dream was done but really not
my mind kept going back
as I ran these clues constantly
so I the case could crack.
They say dreams last for seconds
but this seemed to last all night
and after I woke up
I tried to get it right.
I think there’s no such person
and doubtless no such town,
but I’m not able to rest
and put this problem down.
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By Larry Linville
I had a tiring dream last night
not a nightmare at all.
Nobody was shot or hung
and I didn’t have a fall.
Dreams may jump illogically
as this one also did.
Some say they have a message
that is very deeply hid.
I made a hospital call
and was glad that I came,
but as I was about to leave
they gave me another name.
Ignoring that name I just left
but my conscience worked on me.
So I came back much later
to see whom this could be.
It was a distant colleague
from many miles away,
but when I asked where he lived
he really wouldn’t say.
He only dropped hidden clues
a puzzle maker’s pride
and left me on my own
to singularly decide.
The dream was done but really not
my mind kept going back
as I ran these clues constantly
so I the case could crack.
They say dreams last for seconds
but this seemed to last all night
and after I woke up
I tried to get it right.
I think there’s no such person
and doubtless no such town,
but I’m not able to rest
and put this problem down.
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Friday, January 23, 2009
The Horse Is Dead -- Dismount!
The Horse Is Dead – Dismount!
By Larry Linville
The church in the days our nation was young
was moving to the frontier.
The settlers gathered in make-shift churches
as they wanted the gospel to hear.
They said those days, as the people moved west,
the reason the church always grows,
is because the first things you ever saw
was Circuit Riders and crows.
Horses were so important in those days
as the churches were all started
at distances which were determined
by horse riders not faint-hearted.
I don’t see horses at churches today.
I see many cars instead.
But many practices are still the same
although the horses are dead.
Film strips and mimeographs are gone too
as the computer takes their place.
Videos make the gospel so real
as modern day means of grace.
God’s message of love and grace hasn’t changed,
but it is always renewing.
Instead of just being read from a page
it’s now there for the viewing.
So today, in the church, the horse has died.
It’s time to dismount and move on.
God continues to guide us in our work
and helps us release what is gone.
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By Larry Linville
The church in the days our nation was young
was moving to the frontier.
The settlers gathered in make-shift churches
as they wanted the gospel to hear.
They said those days, as the people moved west,
the reason the church always grows,
is because the first things you ever saw
was Circuit Riders and crows.
Horses were so important in those days
as the churches were all started
at distances which were determined
by horse riders not faint-hearted.
I don’t see horses at churches today.
I see many cars instead.
But many practices are still the same
although the horses are dead.
Film strips and mimeographs are gone too
as the computer takes their place.
Videos make the gospel so real
as modern day means of grace.
God’s message of love and grace hasn’t changed,
but it is always renewing.
Instead of just being read from a page
it’s now there for the viewing.
So today, in the church, the horse has died.
It’s time to dismount and move on.
God continues to guide us in our work
and helps us release what is gone.
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Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Oh, the winter......
Well, I've not been writing poetry because I've been working on my new book. It's getting closer. I have learned how to punch the holes and get the pages in the comb. Takes a little dexterity and a lot of patience! I will be working to laminate the covers. I found that without that the book cover will stain easily. I won't tell you how I learned that lesson. I will soon put my costs together and come up with my prices. I've check to see what it will take to mail them and it will be about $2.50. I'll let you know when I know more and I will enclose my address so anyone who lives a distance can "send the money" and I will mail it.
I was supposed to go to a Chamber of Commerce meeting today but I've made extra trips to the bathroom. It would have been bad enough because of cold weather but when my breakfast wouldn't stay down it made it easy to cancel.
I'm going to go back and drink some 7 Up and get some rest. I have a church council meeting tomorrow night so I have to get well.
Here's a thought that I'm using today with the way I feel and the way the weather is:
"There's no such thing in anyone's life as an unimportant day." Alexander Woolcott, American writer (1887-1943)
I was supposed to go to a Chamber of Commerce meeting today but I've made extra trips to the bathroom. It would have been bad enough because of cold weather but when my breakfast wouldn't stay down it made it easy to cancel.
I'm going to go back and drink some 7 Up and get some rest. I have a church council meeting tomorrow night so I have to get well.
Here's a thought that I'm using today with the way I feel and the way the weather is:
"There's no such thing in anyone's life as an unimportant day." Alexander Woolcott, American writer (1887-1943)
Sunday, January 11, 2009
My Second Poetry Book
My regular readers have noticed I have not written as many poems lately. That is a combination of several things, but the main reason is that I have been putting together my second book of poetry. Why don't I tell you about it?
"Poems for Holy Days, Holidays and other days." is my second entry into the world of poetry. My first book, "The Old Metal Desk" has been well received. With the first book I went to a lot of expense for the services of a publisher. It's a good publisher and they were a pleasure to work with (end sentence with a preposition). However, I will probably never recover my investment. 98% of the books that were sold are books I have sold to church members, former church members, friends, etc. The lesson: If I don't sell them, they won't be sold.
So with this lesson I have decided to put together my own book. I might actually recover my investment this way. I have several reasons for writing poetry:
1. I find great fulfillment in writing poetry.
2. I love the experience of sharing the poetry.
3. With the printers and binders we have available today, a person can put together a book in a decent presentation.
4. It puts my poems in a convenient way for me to have for my own use.
Therefore, I am putting together this new book in an 8 1/2 x 11 format with a plastic comb binding. I have 5 already for the binding. I have a couple in the Paradise Church who are generously allowing me to borrow their equipment. Isn't that nice.
I believe I may have books ready to go this coming week.
I'll let you know.
"Poems for Holy Days, Holidays and other days." is my second entry into the world of poetry. My first book, "The Old Metal Desk" has been well received. With the first book I went to a lot of expense for the services of a publisher. It's a good publisher and they were a pleasure to work with (end sentence with a preposition). However, I will probably never recover my investment. 98% of the books that were sold are books I have sold to church members, former church members, friends, etc. The lesson: If I don't sell them, they won't be sold.
So with this lesson I have decided to put together my own book. I might actually recover my investment this way. I have several reasons for writing poetry:
1. I find great fulfillment in writing poetry.
2. I love the experience of sharing the poetry.
3. With the printers and binders we have available today, a person can put together a book in a decent presentation.
4. It puts my poems in a convenient way for me to have for my own use.
Therefore, I am putting together this new book in an 8 1/2 x 11 format with a plastic comb binding. I have 5 already for the binding. I have a couple in the Paradise Church who are generously allowing me to borrow their equipment. Isn't that nice.
I believe I may have books ready to go this coming week.
I'll let you know.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Forgotten Names
Forgotten Names
By Larry Linville
I see your face and you know me.
I tell you I’m glad you came.
You say, “Well, thank you, Larry!”
But I can’t recall your name.
I meet so many people.
They seem to come and go.
And so does my memory
with those I ought to know.
Sometimes I just say vague things
hoping you’ll give it away.
But when you don’t drop a clue
I don’t know what to say.
I thought I’d use a little trick
with one good old guy.
I didn’t know his name was “Hill”.
I asked if it’s with an “e” or “i”?
I met a man whose name was “Butts”.
I’d tried to keep that in my mind
until I introduced him
as my friend Mr. “Behind.”
I’ve tried about everything
in person or by the phones.
I asked one how he spelled his name
and all he said was “It’s Jones!”
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By Larry Linville
I see your face and you know me.
I tell you I’m glad you came.
You say, “Well, thank you, Larry!”
But I can’t recall your name.
I meet so many people.
They seem to come and go.
And so does my memory
with those I ought to know.
Sometimes I just say vague things
hoping you’ll give it away.
But when you don’t drop a clue
I don’t know what to say.
I thought I’d use a little trick
with one good old guy.
I didn’t know his name was “Hill”.
I asked if it’s with an “e” or “i”?
I met a man whose name was “Butts”.
I’d tried to keep that in my mind
until I introduced him
as my friend Mr. “Behind.”
I’ve tried about everything
in person or by the phones.
I asked one how he spelled his name
and all he said was “It’s Jones!”
© Copyright 2009 Larry Linville (UN: larrylinville at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Larry Linville has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.
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