dagblog - Comments for "A Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon"

It is a time for us to be

wabby — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 23:21:22 +0000

In reply to Here's a thought in return ..

It is a time for us to be listened to. It is a time for us to continue to think and feel and create. It is a time for which we are finally ready.

And so you become an Elder....with a capital E.

Thanks DD. Sometimes

MrSmith1 — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 21:43:43 +0000

In reply to THIS IS SHEER POETRY.

Thanks DD. Sometimes words just spill out of me.

THIS IS SHEER POETRY.

Richard Day — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 19:54:49 +0000

In reply to Here's a thought in return ..

THIS IS SHEER POETRY.

Well done!

Here's a thought in return ..

MrSmith1 — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 19:40:23 +0000

In reply to Can you imagine that at this

Here's a thought in return ... It takes some of us a long while to reach the point of being able to write from our souls. At first, we are too young and have nothing worth saying; our souls are still forming and have only the echoes of our parents or teachers thoughts to give away in our writings. Then comes a time of embarrassment, in which the status of who we are is being established and, solidified in our minds and in the world. We shield our souls and our feelings to protect ourselves from both other people's thoughts and the withering assessment of ourselves from our loved one's judgments.. That is a hard time in which to go 'all in' by revealing the truth in our hearts. We play safe to protect ourselves and keep the hurt of defeat from totally destroying us. Then we reach an age where none of it matters. We have reached whatever station in our careers we're going to reach, we've lost the things that attracted people to us in our youth and now have to rely on what is left; our truth and the depth of our souls. We reach an age where the prettiest, handsomest thing about us is our truth, our genuine-ness, our self-deprecating humor, our view of the world that says, I have tasted Life, and I know pain and pleasure and will tell you stories that are based on that truth and experience. It is a time for us to be listened to. It is a time for us to continue to think and feel and create. It is a time for which we are finally ready.

Write more. I am going to from now on.

Can you imagine that at this

Richard Day — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 19:10:07 +0000

In reply to I agree Oxy. But DD's

Can you imagine that at this age I become embarrassed?

hahhaahah

Thank you both.

I had to add that there is a freedom in this corner, but I take advantage of this new freedom all the time in my posts.

This is me.

This is how I think.

I wish I could have become free fifty years or so earlier in my life.

why in the world should I or we ever write anything that does not come from our 'souls'?

I am pontificating again, huh?

Just a thought.

I agree Oxy. But DD's

MrSmith1 — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 12:18:59 +0000

In reply to I get so damned lost

I agree Oxy. But DD's entries here usually follow the haiku form even though it may seem to be just a rant or a stream of consciousness musing. That's what gets me. His words always fascinate and enchant.... For example, continuing from where you left off:

I can find hope here
I can find hope here sometimes
I can find purpose.

Nicely done, DD! (I probably don't say that often enough,)

I get so damned lost

Oxy Mora — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 12:04:50 +0000

In reply to I get so damned lost

I get so damned lost

I get so damned lost at times

I can find hope here.

per D.Day.

(A beautiful embedded haiku, Mr. Day. I just wanted to separate it out because you speak the damned truth)

Love ya!

I get so damned lost

Richard Day — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 04:19:03 +0000

In reply to A Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

I get so damned lost

I get so damned lost at times

I find hope at times

I can find hope here

I can find hope here sometimes

I can find purpose

Smith does find hope here

I can tell that he does so

I can read him here

I was corrected

I was corrected here twice

Corrected this week

hahahahahah

If nobody reads

If nobody reads your stuff

There's no corrections

Lost my editor

She left with no corrections

She was here lately

But only in mind

No editor helps my writes

But I stick it out

hahahahah

the end

that's all I got tonite

You keep on keepin on Mr. Smith

People like you here.

So do I.

here is a happy song for old folks who wish to make fun of young folks

If we cannot make fun of young folks, what do we have after all?

MrSmith1 — Sat, 25 Jul 2015 23:54:50 +0000

In reply to Love the boat picture, Smith.

The boat belonged to our neighbors when we lived in Port Washington, NY. They were an interesting couple. We lived on Middle Neck Rd at the time (1950 - 1955) and about 50 ft from our driveway, everything changed as it was the border of Port Washington, a middle class neighborhood and Sands Point, a wealthy community.

Good one, Oxy!

MrSmith1 — Sat, 25 Jul 2015 23:43:19 +0000

In reply to At Summer church camp

Good one, Oxy!

At the Hootenanny,
he fell in love with Mary,
sans Peter and Paul.