Posts Tagged poetry
April 21, 2013 at 8:09 am · Filed under Good stuff, Poems, Random Thoughts ·Tagged bad, focus on the good, good, pain, poetry, reflections, sadness, spring, The sun came up again
There will always be good and bad in our lives and in the world we live in, and it’s okay to feel the pain and sadness when it comes, but we can’t hold onto the bad stuff; we have to let it go and move on. I know, it’s a lot easier to say than it is to do, but we have to remember the sun will come up each day and spring will come each year; we know that and we have to know too, there is much to be thankful for, even in the midst of pain or sadness. Feel the pain–wallow in it, if you must–but then, get up and move on. Look at the good things, and leave the past in the past. If we’re too busy being sad about yesterday, or worrying about tomorrow, we won’t have time to enjoy today. Read the rest of this entry »
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April 12, 2013 at 8:07 am · Filed under Family, Good stuff, Mostly true, Poems, the good old days ·Tagged anniversary, first date, God, good old days, I hope that's her, love, poetry, Sherry, song
In the spring of 1995, I was just winding down from a period in my life when I had severely tested the boundaries between right and wrong. I look back on those days and wonder how I survived, much less became the somewhat decent man I am. I credit God for both, but he has a co-star in the latter; Read the rest of this entry »
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March 26, 2013 at 9:01 am · Filed under Mostly true, Other people's work, Poems, Stories ·Tagged Jagged Little Pieces, Kellie Elmore, magic in the backyard, poetry
Many of us had aspirations of greatness when we were kids, some of us still hang onto those dreams, and some—not many—maybe even reached the lofty heights to which they aspired. Some, simply didn’t dream. Me, I dreamed, but it seems I was just another face in the crowd, wielding a bat that never quite made contact, and writing songs that never got sang. It bothered me some for a bit, but I’ve come to terms with who I am and what I’ve offered up to the world. I’ve learned to do the best I can each day, and rest assured it’s enough. Read the rest of this entry »
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February 17, 2013 at 9:03 am · Filed under Good stuff, Poems, the good old days ·Tagged Charles L. Mashburn, childhood memories, Dizzy Dean, Pee Wee Reese, places, poetry, sandlot beaseball
It’s not baseball season yet, but spring training is right around the corner, and I know you die-hard baseball fans are ready. So! Maybe I can get away with posting two poems on the same day (a Sunday to boot). If not, well, we’ll just call it a wild pitch! Read the rest of this entry »
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February 17, 2013 at 7:07 am · Filed under Good stuff, Poems, the good old days ·Tagged Charles L. Mashburn, childhood memories, places, poem, poetry, sandlot beaseball, writer
Asked to recall and write about a place from my past that has stood the passing of time and stands out above other places, I pondered and at first drew a blank. Then I recalled the vacant lots in the neighborhood where I grew up, and thought that, yes, they were the places where I smiled and laughed the most. We had no boundaries as such, except the daylight; when night came calling, the echo of mother’s voices called as well, and we reluctantly left the game of the day and headed for home. Read the rest of this entry »
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January 29, 2013 at 10:07 am · Filed under Good stuff, Poems, the good old days ·Tagged back in the day, broken things, Charles L. Mashburn, fixing things, love, poetry, the good old days, throwing things out, until death do us part, writer
Somebody put a post on Facebook a few days ago, reminiscing about the way it used to be; how we would fix things when they broke, instead of just throwing them out and getting a new one. It struck a nerve with me, and I thought how sad it is this is true not only with things but with love. Back in the day, “Until death do us part” meant something. Read the rest of this entry »
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January 28, 2013 at 11:11 am · Filed under Poems, Sometimes it just hurts ·Tagged being prepared, Charles L. Mashburn, Dockers, dog, losing a pet, loss, pain, poetry
A light, steady rain was falling this morning, so for my exercise I rode my stationary bike in the den. As I finished the ride, and as happens often these days, thoughts of my little old dog drifted into my mind. Read the rest of this entry »
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January 27, 2013 at 6:42 am · Filed under fun stuff, Poems, Some truth to it, the good old days ·Tagged baseball, color commentators, fights in the parking lot, football, poetry, sports, sports fans, the media, TV
When I was a kid, I used to love to watch baseball games on Saturday. Dizzy Dean and Pee Wee Reese were a fun part of the show. Not as many cameras back then, so Pee Wee would tell us what happened, and Dizzy would make a joke about it, or say how we should use Burma Shave when we got old enough. They took Dizzy off the air because he used bad grammar and some teacher said he might teach kids the wrong way to talk. He’d fit right in today. I don’t watch baseball too much anymore, but tune in to a football game now and then. I’ve gotten to where I sometimes turn off the sound, so I can enjoy the game without all the “facts”. Read the rest of this entry »
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January 25, 2013 at 7:55 am · Filed under Book Signings and Events, Poems, Some truth to it ·Tagged book signings, disappointment, fear, fear of failure, poetry, writing
Sometimes opportunity knocks and for varied reasons we choose not to answer. The usual excuse is fear—fear of failure, or of being disappointed. And then there are those times when we choose to move across the room of safe familiarity and open the door; perhaps due to encouragement from a well-meaning acquaintance, only to find beyond the open door a world not meant for or perhaps simply not ready for us or what we have to offer. But if we love to ride, we must climb back into the saddle and continue down the path. We will never reach our destination if we cease to move toward it. Read the rest of this entry »
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January 27, 2013 at 6:42 am · Filed under fun stuff, Poems, Some truth to it, the good old days ·Tagged baseball, color commentators, fights in the parking lot, football, poetry, sports, sports fans, the media, TV
When I was a kid, I used to love to watch baseball games on Saturday. Dizzy Dean and Pee Wee Reese were a fun part of the show. Not as many cameras back then, so Pee Wee would tell us what happened, and Dizzy would make a joke about it, or say how we should use Burma Shave when we got old enough. They took Dizzy off the air because he used bad grammar and some teacher said he might teach kids the wrong way to talk. He’d fit right in today. I don’t watch baseball too much anymore, but tune in to a football game now and then. I’ve gotten to where I sometimes turn off the sound, so I can enjoy the game without all the “facts”. Read the rest of this entry »
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