To blog or not to blog: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to enter text against a sea of troubles,
And by blogging end them?
Yeah, right!
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Steak and Onions
This is a pantoum, which is a form of poem where the second and fourth lines of a verse become the first and third lines of the next verse.
It was published in 'Maine Channel Voices in 2008.
It is a true story.
My wife said “It's steak for lunch and we need onions.”
I love onions with my steak.
As I went to the store
She she gave me a list.
I love onions with my steak.
I might as well get other stuff.
She gave me a list.
Apples and oranges and milk.
I might as well get other stuff
When I went to the store.
Apples and oranges and milk.
I lost the list she wrote for me.
When I went to the store.
Milk and apples and oranges.
I lost the list she wrote for me.
I thought I could remember.
Milk and apples and oranges.
The oranges looked nice and fresh
I thought I could remember.
Apples too - but which variety?
The oranges were nice and fresh.
Firm and juicy.
Apples too - but which variety?
The best apples came from New Zealand.
Firm and juicy.
And there was something else ...?
The best apples came from New Zealand.
What was it? Oh yes - milk
And there was something else.
The shrimp looked nice as I passed.
What was it? Oh yes - milk.
On my way to the milk cooler.
The shrimp looked nice as I passed.
Shrimp makes a nice appetizer.
On the way to the milk cooler.
All the way from Indonesia.
Shrimp makes a nice appetizer.
I got half a pound of shrimp
All the way from Indonesia.
A gallon of milk plus the apples and oranges.
I got half a pound of shrimp.
As I went to the store.
A gallon of milk plus the apples and oranges.
My wife said “It's steak for lunch and we need onions!”
It was published in 'Maine Channel Voices in 2008.
It is a true story.
Steak and Onions
My wife said “It's steak for lunch and we need onions.”
I love onions with my steak.
As I went to the store
She she gave me a list.
I love onions with my steak.
I might as well get other stuff.
She gave me a list.
Apples and oranges and milk.
I might as well get other stuff
When I went to the store.
Apples and oranges and milk.
I lost the list she wrote for me.
When I went to the store.
Milk and apples and oranges.
I lost the list she wrote for me.
I thought I could remember.
Milk and apples and oranges.
The oranges looked nice and fresh
I thought I could remember.
Apples too - but which variety?
The oranges were nice and fresh.
Firm and juicy.
Apples too - but which variety?
The best apples came from New Zealand.
Firm and juicy.
And there was something else ...?
The best apples came from New Zealand.
What was it? Oh yes - milk
And there was something else.
The shrimp looked nice as I passed.
What was it? Oh yes - milk.
On my way to the milk cooler.
The shrimp looked nice as I passed.
Shrimp makes a nice appetizer.
On the way to the milk cooler.
All the way from Indonesia.
Shrimp makes a nice appetizer.
I got half a pound of shrimp
All the way from Indonesia.
A gallon of milk plus the apples and oranges.
I got half a pound of shrimp.
As I went to the store.
A gallon of milk plus the apples and oranges.
My wife said “It's steak for lunch and we need onions!”
Jim Todd 2008
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Overture
I started writing poetry in Ted Bookey's class at the Senior College at the University of Maine in February 2008
This is one of my early poems:
The land still silent white,
Except for an evergreen hum.
Increasing brown and gray chatter
From the audience of rocks and streams.
The music begins very gently.
Golden flute notes of weeping willows
Too quiet to hear at first
Over the noise of the audience.
The slow silver notes of the birches
Hard to hear early on,
Until the conductor sun pays them
The attention they need.
Then the maples – low French horns of pink
Slowly increasing volume
Until they are a loud tone of red,
Aided by stems of the roadside bushes.
Elms intrude percussive notes of black
Even now hinting at green violins.
Pearly piccolo sounds of pussy willow
Green cello sound of the grass.
Trumpet yellow forsythia fanfares
Introduce the final coda.
Before the full orchestral performance
Of Spring in Maine.
Published in 'Hidden Oaks Poetry Journal' in 2008
This is one of my early poems:
OVERTURE : Early Spring in Maine
The land still silent white,
Except for an evergreen hum.
Increasing brown and gray chatter
From the audience of rocks and streams.
The music begins very gently.
Golden flute notes of weeping willows
Too quiet to hear at first
Over the noise of the audience.
The slow silver notes of the birches
Hard to hear early on,
Until the conductor sun pays them
The attention they need.
Then the maples – low French horns of pink
Slowly increasing volume
Until they are a loud tone of red,
Aided by stems of the roadside bushes.
Elms intrude percussive notes of black
Even now hinting at green violins.
Pearly piccolo sounds of pussy willow
Green cello sound of the grass.
Trumpet yellow forsythia fanfares
Introduce the final coda.
Before the full orchestral performance
Of Spring in Maine.
Published in 'Hidden Oaks Poetry Journal' in 2008
Jim Todd 2008
Monday, September 14, 2009
Hi!
This is my blog
(or will be when I've learned enough to design it)
If you're looking for information about me
then
Yes, I'm the Jim Todd
who used to be a psychiatrist
and has lived and worked in many places
including
Aberdeen Scotland
Melrose Scotland
Greenwich CT/Sound View Throgs Neck NY
Rutland VT
Brattleboro VT
Saipan, Commonwealth of the Marianas
Hallowell ME
Randolph ME
This is my blog
(or will be when I've learned enough to design it)
If you're looking for information about me
then
Yes, I'm the Jim Todd
who used to be a psychiatrist
and has lived and worked in many places
including
Aberdeen Scotland
Melrose Scotland
Greenwich CT/Sound View Throgs Neck NY
Rutland VT
Brattleboro VT
Saipan, Commonwealth of the Marianas
Hallowell ME
Randolph ME
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