02 Thursday Apr 2020
Posted 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
04 Monday Jun 2018
Posted 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
07 Monday Aug 2017
Posted in Creative writing, Fiction, Humor, lyrics, Lyrics for a song, Poems, Writings
07 Monday Aug 2017
Posted in Creative writing, Fiction, lyrics, Lyrics for a song, Poems, Writings
21 Friday Jul 2017
Posted in Creative writing, lyrics, Lyrics for a song, Writings
15 Saturday Jul 2017
Posted in Creative writing, Fiction, History, Lyrics for a song, Poems
12 Tuesday Jan 2016
Posted in Adventure, Creative writing, Fiction, Humor, lyrics, Lyrics for a song, Observations, Poems, Writings
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Adventure in India, Asia, British Aristocracy, Getting out and doing something, Hunting from an elephant, Idea for a play, Jungles, lyrics, Maharajas, Song, Song lyrics, The wilds, Tiger hunt
While some prefer a quietude,
A chess and checkers attitude,
I prefer a good ol’ tiger hunt,
Instead of banters light and pleasant,
Of latest fashions and lunch of pheasant,
I travel India to kill—-and that is blunt,
I have no time for a leisure tea or a leisure life lived leisurely,
So off to the jungles of Asia I do go,
Though hunting big cats tops the list,
A nasty pig sticking I’ve rarely missed,
And a shot at a rhino or a croc I’ll often throw,
Yes once I was a proper aristocrat,
Wearing a lounge coat or a suit, cane, and top hat,
But soon that life became too boring,
For this old bird who’d rather go soaring,
I’m just a world class man of the wilds—-and that is that,
Just a onetime and former proper aristocrat!
You see, a Maharaja friend of mine,
Invited me to spend some time,
High atop his favorite elephant’s back,
So instead of sitting around in Surrey,
I hopped a boat and left all worry,
To those torn between a bauble and a knickknack,
In their fancy dress and fancy hats,
With their fancy pampered pussy cats,
They dare to dabble in discussions much too droll,
And while I’m out risking life and limb,
They’re sitting in fan cooled rooms lit dim,
Slowly snacking on kippered salmon served up whole,
Yes once I was a proper aristocrat,
Wearing a lounge coat or a suit, cane, and top hat,
But soon that life became too boring,
For this old bird who’d rather go soaring,
I’m just a world class man of the wilds—-and that is that,
Just a onetime and former proper aristocrat!
To conclude,
So to those who prefer the safe idle comforts of the parlor,
And not being out here on the trail of a growler or snarler,
Go ahead and shout “Muggins” in a card game or such,
While I hold the wonders of adventure in my clutch,
With gratitude—-it’s the wilds, or the jungles, or the brush, or the thickets for me,
With platitude—-after champagne and caviar, enjoy your cribbage my dear friends and fam-i-ly!
Yes once I was a proper aristocrat,
Wearing a lounge coat or a suit, cane, and top hat,
But soon that life became too boring,
For this old bird who’d rather go soaring,
I’m just a world class man of the wilds—-and that is that,
I’m Just a onetime and former proper aristocrat,
Just a onetime and former proper aristocrat!
by John Patrick Seekamp 2016
