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OF COLORS ALONG THE WAY

02 Thursday Apr 2020

Posted by johnseekamp in Creative writing, Fiction, Lyrics for a song, Observations, Poems, Writings

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Blue Sky, Colors, Day's End, Gray Clouds, Poems, Spring, Sunset, Walk Gently

‘Neath the blue of the sky and the gray of the clouds,

In the yellow of the bright setting sun,

Walked gently in the green of the lush Spring grass,

Walked and read the telltale of day’s done.

 

                                     by John Patrick Seekamp c 2020

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OLD FARMER CHARLEY’S FATE

04 Monday Jun 2018

Posted by johnseekamp in Creative writing, Fiction, Lyrics for a song, Short Story, Writings

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Bad Luck, Creative Writing, Gone to the Here After, Nature, Old Farmer, One's Fate, Regrete, Remorse, Song lyrics, Sympathetic Story

Charley was the brother of my cousin’s only aunt,

He farmed across the river

On the land that he did plant,

One Spring he set to pray for rain

When March winds came and swirled,

But raindrops never fell,

Plowed fields went to hell,

Empty was the well…..then Charley left this world.

 

Charley was the father of my cousin’s cousin Ben,

And even though they were close

They’d argue here and then,

Now Ben wishes he could take back

Words that he said wrong,

But I guess it’s just too late,

The writing’s on the slate,

Just chalk it up to fate…..’cause poor ole Charley’s gone.

 

Charley was the uncle of my cousin Willie Ray,

Willie Ray had promised to visit

On that fateful day,

It was a two hour drive from Memphis,

Memphis, Tennessee,

But he changed his mind and slept,

The minute hands soon they crept,

He woke from his dreams and wept…..and now Charley’s soul is free.

 

Charley was the widower of my cousin’s aunt Louise,

She was his high school sweetheart

He called her his main squeeze,

They’d go for Sunday rides

In his beat up pickup truck,

But then he was alone,

Life rung a different tone,

The good times turned to stone…..and Charley’s heart gave way. Charley he went away. Yeah, old Charley went away.

 

by John Patrick Seekamp  c  2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

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FORTY FIVE HAIKU’S

11 Friday Aug 2017

Posted by johnseekamp in Creative writing, Fiction, Haikus, Observations, Poems, Writings

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Forty Five Haiku's, Haiku, Nature Seasons and Motion

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THE CAT IN THE WINDOW AND THE BIRD IN THE TREE

10 Thursday Aug 2017

Posted by johnseekamp in Creative writing, Family Stories, Fiction, Poems, Writings

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Birds, Boy catching fish, Boy catching worm, Cats, Man and woman, Poems, woman and man, Worms

Click Here: thecatinthewindowandthebirdinthetree

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I GOT DRUNK, I GOT PLASTERED, I GOT BLITZED, I GOT DRIED OUT!

07 Monday Aug 2017

Posted by johnseekamp in Creative writing, Fiction, Humor, lyrics, Lyrics for a song, Poems, Writings

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Bars, Cleaning Up Ones Act, Drinking, Humorous Country Western type Song, Pubs, Taverns and Saloons

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BY MORNING THEY WERE DRINKING CHAMPAGNE!

07 Monday Aug 2017

Posted by johnseekamp in Creative writing, Fiction, lyrics, Lyrics for a song, Poems, Writings

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English Accordion type Ballad, English Pub type Music, Poetic Cockney type Song, Song About The Guilded Era, Song About The Wealthy

Click Here: bymornin’theyweredrinkin’champagne!(final copy revised again)

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HELMETS AND SHIELDS AND LONG SPEARS HELD TIGHT

16 Sunday Jul 2017

Posted by johnseekamp in Creative writing, Fiction, History, Poems, Writings

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Ancient Athenians, Ancient Greece, Spartans

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HE RODE THE TENNESSEE BACK ROADS IN A FORD V-8

15 Saturday Jul 2017

Posted by johnseekamp in Creative writing, Fiction, History, Lyrics for a song, Poems

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1930's Moonshine Runner, A Changed Man, Doing The Right Thing, Redemption

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OF SWORD AND BREAD AND WINE

15 Saturday Jul 2017

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Ancient Rome, Roman Legions

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WHO DOES WHAT. AND WHY?

24 Sunday Jan 2016

Posted by johnseekamp in Creative writing, Fiction, Humor, Nonsensical, Writings

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Comedy, Humorous, Light humor, Nonsense, Writing for fun

Mister Martin MacNamara makes marvelously meticulous metropolitan maps.

His wife Wilma weaves wonderfully whimsical well-favored Welsh wigs.

Her brother Barton bakes beautifully broiled butter battered Belgian buns.

His son Sammy stocks sensationally sweet Southern sarsaparilla sodas, and

his sister Sally stacks staggeringly striking sporty Spanish sombreros.

Their uncle Usual unloads upliftingly Utopian utterances under-fined until undermined. Understand? Neither do I.

That’s why his boss Buzzby just barks!

 

by John Patrick Seekamp 2016

 

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