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Poem with companion painting:
Barnyard Play
As a bird with wings of might,
Through the clouds I take flight,
Beyond gravity's pull I ply,
A trail I leave across the sky.
Destination goes unknown
Heights unlimited can be flown
Today at least, in this my plane
Behind the house down the lane.
I bounce along on a metal seat,
Stirring up dirt, and dust, and heat
Up, down, and around I go,
In long, straight, even rows,
The sun bears down upon my back,
Before the hay is pitched in stacks
Upon the poles that reach head high,
For earth's great gift to fully dry.
I pull the whistle's rope to sound
For the station I am bound
Up ahead, around the bend,
For this journey now must end.
Chugging along the tracks I ride
With my puppy by my side.
I stoke the fire to make the steam,
An engineer I do dream.
Screeching tires with motor's roar,
Down the pavement I do soar.
Steering wheel turns with need,
Hitting brakes to slow my speed.
In and out of curves I weave,
A race car driver I perceive
In my future on this day.
But who's to know, who can say?
These adventures and many more,
From a lard-tin lid nailed to the door.
With dogs and chickens wandering by
And Momma hanging sheets to dry,
I'd sit upon a wedge of wood
Up close to the barn so I could
Be whatever I chose to be
In barnyard play when I was three.
As a bird with wings of might,
Through the clouds I take flight,
Beyond gravity's pull I ply,
A trail I leave across the sky.
Destination goes unknown
Heights unlimited can be flown
Today at least, in this my plane
Behind the house down the lane.
I bounce along on a metal seat,
Stirring up dirt, and dust, and heat
Up, down, and around I go,
In long, straight, even rows,
The sun bears down upon my back,
Before the hay is pitched in stacks
Upon the poles that reach head high,
For earth's great gift to fully dry.
I pull the whistle's rope to sound
For the station I am bound
Up ahead, around the bend,
For this journey now must end.
Chugging along the tracks I ride
With my puppy by my side.
I stoke the fire to make the steam,
An engineer I do dream.
Screeching tires with motor's roar,
Down the pavement I do soar.
Steering wheel turns with need,
Hitting brakes to slow my speed.
In and out of curves I weave,
A race car driver I perceive
In my future on this day.
But who's to know, who can say?
These adventures and many more,
From a lard-tin lid nailed to the door.
With dogs and chickens wandering by
And Momma hanging sheets to dry,
I'd sit upon a wedge of wood
Up close to the barn so I could
Be whatever I chose to be
In barnyard play when I was three.
Did you make that video Christine?
My friend Maury...
Jimmy
King Phenomenon
I like the digital paintings
Jimmy
King Phenomenon
Nice
Jimmy
King Phenomenon
Done with Sharpie brand markers...
Another thing of mine:
Only the graphics
Jimmy
King Phenomenon
I like em
Gargovic Malkav
Well-Known Member
For a time, I did lots of doodling while attending poetry readings sponsored by a writer's group I was a member of. Here's one of the ones I like...
It was New Year’s Eve and I was properly wrecked
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Jimmy
King Phenomenon
That’s different