Original Poetry – Page 2 – mountainbreakfast

Two New Pieces

Theme 131, Lullaby Blue

Theme 136, guitar and flute

And for those of you who appreciate history and religion…

Remember Deep Thoughts?

A piece of Deep Thoughts music (Theme 63) to read by, and two Poems.

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The Creation Story

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Poems and Songs

A couple of new poems and songs from June and July 2020, courtesy of Covid-19.

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Good old Theme 122:

And Theme 123: This one actually makes me laugh in the middle.

A Father’s Day Poem and a New Piece of Music

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And Theme 119, with drums.

Poetry: Birdwatching

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New Poems

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Hey! Diddly Dee! A Pirate’s Life for Me

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The Epic Ballad of Hoylet and Loodine

A Morality Tale in Pentametric Couplets

Well, many years ago, before computers and the internet, I wrote a short story about a man who carried an enormous length of garden hose up a mountain with the goal of starting a siphon to run water from a lake to his cabin below. His only friend, a water attorney (?!?!), warned him that stealing water could get him in a lot of trouble. But, undeterred by this cautionary advice, he proceeded to climb to the lake and start the siphon. Meanwhile, his friend cooked breakfast in the cabin below. By the time the hose was hooked up, his friend had set fire to the kitchen and lost control of his wits. Just when it looked like the cabin would be burned to ashes, the hose began blasting water, and he was able to save the house. This was the first of several short-short stories in a series that I called Mountain Breakfast, in which each tale involved cooking or eating breakfast in the wild. It was all about humans, all about nature, and all about human nature. I’m still at it, still hiking and thinking and writing tales, although they’re longer now, and not about eating breakfast.

Category: Original Poetry