I haven't had a poem for a few days.
I've had some ideas and wrote them down but I've been running like crazy.
I am disappointed when I don't get the blog changed with a new poem, but disappointment is part of life.
Keep checking on me.
Don't give up.
I'll be baaack!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Family Reunion
Family Reunion
By Larry Linville
from the main highways
across the blacktop roads to gravel lanes
with lonely silos towering above houses
with rusty screens and broken window panes
where people once lived and children played
cowboys and Indians and hide and seek
big round bales of hay
lined up for winter feed like coin-less canteens
next to huge planters
and combines
with exchangeable heads
small country church
where the family attended many generations
freshly mowed cemetery with names etched in stone
but life memories etched in minds
same familiar smells in sanctuary
of pews and piano and pulpit
soon overcome by the aroma of home cooked food
invading from the fellowship hall
old family recipes
with KFC from younger generation
always new kids
but whose kids
which cousin is parent
and which are grandparents
after a slow day under the shade trees
laughing at the same stories
re-told by new people
the cars depart
to return to the big cities
and traffic jams
to the modern houses
with two cars in the drive
and a lawn to be mowed
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By Larry Linville
from the main highways
across the blacktop roads to gravel lanes
with lonely silos towering above houses
with rusty screens and broken window panes
where people once lived and children played
cowboys and Indians and hide and seek
big round bales of hay
lined up for winter feed like coin-less canteens
next to huge planters
and combines
with exchangeable heads
small country church
where the family attended many generations
freshly mowed cemetery with names etched in stone
but life memories etched in minds
same familiar smells in sanctuary
of pews and piano and pulpit
soon overcome by the aroma of home cooked food
invading from the fellowship hall
old family recipes
with KFC from younger generation
always new kids
but whose kids
which cousin is parent
and which are grandparents
after a slow day under the shade trees
laughing at the same stories
re-told by new people
the cars depart
to return to the big cities
and traffic jams
to the modern houses
with two cars in the drive
and a lawn to be mowed
© 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.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
God at the Gym
God at the Gym.
By Larry Linville
I went to the gym the other day
and saw a fine young lad.
I expressed my deepest sympathy
for the death of his dad.
He stood beside the elliptical
on which I was to walk
but instead we spent half an hour
in a time of deep talk.
It had been too many painful months
since his dad passed so young
but through one of life’s greatest tempests
‘twas to his faith he clung.
So many times he wanted to talk
with his dear old dad
but the God we find in the bible
was the only dad he had.
We exercised our faiths on that day
exploring questions so deep.
The answers for which we were looking
didn’t come very cheap.
My attendance record at the gym
hadn’t been the very good.
We weren’t there at the same time of day
but this day’s timing was good.
If either of us had missed that day
think what we would have lost.
God gave us a special blessing
free from a priceless cost
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By Larry Linville
I went to the gym the other day
and saw a fine young lad.
I expressed my deepest sympathy
for the death of his dad.
He stood beside the elliptical
on which I was to walk
but instead we spent half an hour
in a time of deep talk.
It had been too many painful months
since his dad passed so young
but through one of life’s greatest tempests
‘twas to his faith he clung.
So many times he wanted to talk
with his dear old dad
but the God we find in the bible
was the only dad he had.
We exercised our faiths on that day
exploring questions so deep.
The answers for which we were looking
didn’t come very cheap.
My attendance record at the gym
hadn’t been the very good.
We weren’t there at the same time of day
but this day’s timing was good.
If either of us had missed that day
think what we would have lost.
God gave us a special blessing
free from a priceless cost
© 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.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
No Time
No Time
By Larry Linville
My schedule’s been extremely full.
Don’t even have time to shoot the bull.
No poetry writing now for me.
Work piled up as far as I can see.
Whose fault can it be for this strange fate?
Where did I learn to procrastinate?
I’ve certainly learned it well for sure
But why have I been so very pure?
That crazy Facebook takes too much time.
To spend much time there is a big crime.
Solitaire’s a game which I adore.
I can lose time improving my score.
Meetings just pile up night after night.
If I skip them that wouldn’t be right.
I can’t find time to go to the gym
but it helps I don’t know how to swim.
So give me the time to organize
and soon I will myself surprise.
As I get my ducks all in a row
then my progress won’t be so slow.
By Larry Linville
My schedule’s been extremely full.
Don’t even have time to shoot the bull.
No poetry writing now for me.
Work piled up as far as I can see.
Whose fault can it be for this strange fate?
Where did I learn to procrastinate?
I’ve certainly learned it well for sure
But why have I been so very pure?
That crazy Facebook takes too much time.
To spend much time there is a big crime.
Solitaire’s a game which I adore.
I can lose time improving my score.
Meetings just pile up night after night.
If I skip them that wouldn’t be right.
I can’t find time to go to the gym
but it helps I don’t know how to swim.
So give me the time to organize
and soon I will myself surprise.
As I get my ducks all in a row
then my progress won’t be so slow.
© 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.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Redneck at the Symphony
Redneck at the Symphony
By Larry Linville
A redneck went to the symphony
with tickets that he got for free.
He thought they’d play “Turkey in the Straw”
because of all the fiddles he saw.
First song was composed by Deb U. See
and they sat down to play just for me
“The afternoon of the Fawn”, I heard
while no one sang a single word.
Music sounded funny to me
and never a deer did I see.
Perhaps it thought it had to run
when it saw the setting of the sun
By Larry Linville
A redneck went to the symphony
with tickets that he got for free.
He thought they’d play “Turkey in the Straw”
because of all the fiddles he saw.
First song was composed by Deb U. See
and they sat down to play just for me
“The afternoon of the Fawn”, I heard
while no one sang a single word.
Music sounded funny to me
and never a deer did I see.
Perhaps it thought it had to run
when it saw the setting of the sun
© 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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