Kicking around the idea of writing a collection of limericks, I need some practice though…
Coyotes howling in the night
People in bed shake with fright
But I actually think
They’ve enjoyed a bit of drink
And now they are out for a bite
Kicking around the idea of writing a collection of limericks, I need some practice though…
Coyotes howling in the night
People in bed shake with fright
But I actually think
They’ve enjoyed a bit of drink
And now they are out for a bite
This poem was written by my second grader! Super proud of my Olivia
Me and Me are so alike
We both very like to ride a bike
Me and Me are so the same
We both like the very same game
We live in the very same house
We wear the very same blouse
We like to play all day
We will be the same together
forever.
My friend lent me some of his books as we were chatting about different styles of writing and how I’m exploring them. He’s been reading fantasy since he was a kid. Among his favorites are the Conan stories. I’m loving them. Finished the first book, but it’s honestly a bit of a collection of shorter stories, sort of like Sherlock Holmes. I believe they were written for one of those fantasy/science fiction magazines that used to contain a collection of shorter stories. It means that each story is compact and exciting.
Conan is a fantastic character. Reckless, young, strong and more than a bit self centered he is like an ancient cowboy roaming the world and taking what he wants. It is fun to read them now having watched Conan films staring Arnold Schwarzenegger and even played the recently released video game MMO created around those stories.
As a writer it’s great to read them to get a sense of what worked at the time and get a feel for a different style and purpose. I’m looking forward to reading even more and honing my own skill. Until then, cheers!
Through the forest and jungles we march.
Slow and steady through thick marsh.
Across deserts and dark valleys so long.
Dry and hot sun pounding, we walk on.
We must continue post haste.
For you mustn’t a precious moment waste.
Raise your arms with great strength.
Shout at the sky for being so high.
Climb on up into the heavens.
For no one can deny your presence.
Warm and gleeful will be the greeting.
Happy that I will finally be meeting,
The real you.
People, seasons, empires… everything changes
Join the adventure today!
The Sureshot Series:
The Monster in the Woods (A Sureshot Short Story)
Goblin Brothers Series:
Goblins Episode 1: Born in Blood
Goblins Episode 3: Blood, Bone , Spirit
Nonfiction:
If only the world was run by children.
Children are worth more than a billion.
They are honest,
Trustful,
Pure,
Innocent,
And so very pleasant.
I think I want to elect one president.
I realize I’ve something lacking.
You say it is my gut relaxing.
I believe it’s my mind still turning.
That stops my heart always burning.
If you lose patience and move on,
I cannot blame you for your action.
I’m a wimp and a coward at that.
All I’ve done so far is sat.
But please remember my lack of time,
That I’ve invested in women divine.
For surely I will come around.
I just pray that when I do it’s you I’ve found
Join the adventure today!
The Sureshot Series:
The Monster in the Woods (A Sureshot Short Story)
Goblin Brothers Series:
Goblins Episode 1: Born in Blood
Goblins Episode 3: Blood, Bone , Spirit
Nonfiction: